Stanley "Ray" Kowalski (
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Ray Kowalski
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"That's that thing again. You're correcting. You're niggling. You're doing that thing with the T's and the I's, and I say 'A' and you say 'B'. I say 'night' and you say 'day'. Look! You just did it again! You just did it again! It's like some kind of disease. Look, I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! I don't understand, I don't want to hear it! Look - I swear - I swear to God I will punch you right in the face. Fair warning." |
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Come on, Ray. She asked for Vecchio, so she must know Vecchio somehow. Pay attention. ]
You called, yeah? I'm Ray. Uh--Detective Vecchio, see?
[ He dropped his hand down and deliberately pulled his jacket aside to show her the badge. ]
Unless you're meeting a jewel thief or something, in which case don't say anything. I don't wanna have to arrest you. Heh. Who're you?
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I did.
[And that's the truth.]
I was given his name by a friend of mine. She knew about you, and a partner? I thought you had a partner.
[Sort of truth.]
And I don't know any jewel thieves.
[Total lie.]
Do you have a few minutes?
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It helps that Fraser's not here, really. She probably wouldn't give half a damn about him if he was. (what he doesn't know etc.) ]
Yeah a partner. Me and him we're usually a two for one deal but he's uh-- [ His thumb sank into his jean pocket and he gestured wildly with the other hand. ] So I'm flying solo.
A few minutes, yeah I got 'em. You want me to get in, maybe?
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Nice to meet you Detective Vecchio, I'm Grace Marks.
[She can't resist herself.]
It's a shame when someone you rely one disappears, isn't it?
And yes, please get in, otherwise someone's going to think I'm propositioning you!
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He pulls open the sedan door and slides into the passenger seat, tugging his brown coat forward and getting a bit more comfortable in the awkward, stuffy chair. He's not the biggest guy, but they definitely aren't the comfortable bucket seats of his GTO. ]
It's not usually his deal, but he drives me nuts so I'll take any breathing room I can get. [ His grin is perfectly amenable. All the way into the car. He might even score a date. ] What can I do you for?
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[Make him feel like a confidant, make him feel like he's got a chance: confidence woman 101.
I heard about something, disconcerting.
[She fakes a little more distress.]
But it requires some delicacy. No one can know I've talked to you.
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[ Rhetorical question, right? People fail you when you need them the most? Didn't sound familiar. But it sounded like she'd had a rough time of it. He bit the corner of his bottom lip, regretting the fact that he didn't have something more substantial to take his mind off his nicotine craving. A pencil, gum, anything would do. He'd gnaw his own wrist off sooner or later.
Someone had let this lovely lady down. Pay attention, Ray. She was feeling blue, and she'd asked for him specifically. ]
Nobody will know. You have my word. I can be delicate. I am so over that. World renowned for my light touch, ask anyone--or uh, don't, cause I'm making that bit up to impress you.
[ He ducked his head slightly. ]
You can tell me.
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Well, maybe you can impress me some more.
[Have some false hope.]
My sister, Vicky [In for a penny, in for a pound] moved from Richmond Hill to Chicago with her boyfriend, James. I haven;t seen her in a few years, but then she calls, out of the blue, asking me to come down here and take her home.
She said James was planning a bank robbery.
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He shifts forward, focusing immediately. Bank robbery. James and Vicky, got it. ]
Richmond Hill--that's Canada someplace. Ontario, right? So this James, does he have a last name? If he's got a criminal record, maybe we can track him down.
[ But he's making assumptions about the end of her story, and bad things happening to Vicky. Bad things happen; this is Chicago. ]
I'm sorry, I'm listening. What about your sister?
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Yes, it's north east of Toronto. His name is James Kinnear, I think.
[Victoria looks down, as though ashamed.] I didn't approve of him, so I'm not sure. Vicky is worth so much more.
But since I've arrived in Chicago, I haven't been able to find her.
[She hands over the address -- it's really the address of a hotel, but how could this sweet, concerned, Grace Marks know it's a false address? It's not as though she's ever stayed there.
Been in front of it, yes, but never in a room. She also gives him the name of a bank in an obscure area of town. It's not a branch known for having a lot of money, but not a lot of security either.]
This is all I have.
[She looks so sorry about that, really.]
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[ But his mind was on other things and his hands were busy taking the address, contemplating the places she'd marked down at the same time as his mind wandered off in another direction entirely.
Wasn't that what Stella's parents had always thought about him? "Oh, she's worth so much more." Poor James. Or maybe not. Maybe James really was trash. If he was robbing banks that seemed likely. Oh well.
He folded the piece of paper and put it in his breast pocket. ]
It's a lead, that's something. You got an uh--a photo of your sister? A description, maybe?
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[Playing this by ear means she wasn't prepared with a picture. There's an option but she's not sure she wants to give it up.
While planning what to say next, she makes a show out of searching her purse, before pulling out a well-worn photo from the mid-eighties.]
This is the newest one I have. I'm sorry.
[He won't have any luck finding her, as she's six feet under in Alaska.
One more piece of the old Victoria turned over to the police.]
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That's really uh--that's good. She's real pretty.
[ And blurry, but he'd manage to get something done with it. Maybe. It was going to be tricky, especially without Fraser around. ]
I promise I'll do everything I can to find her. In the meantime is there a...do you got a place to stay? A number I can reach you on?
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[She almost says was. Stay with it, Victoria.]
is. I mean, I expect her to be. I can't imagine she's changed that much, on the outside.
[Sad truths, rolled up into one lie.]
The motel I'm staying at, it's not the best my room doesn't have a phone and I don't think the clerk takes messages, if you know what I mean. What if I check in with you?
[Keep control of the meets. It's easier to stay in control.]
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You can rely on me. I know people. If anyone's gonna find her, I'm your guy.
[ And now it was his turn to fish in his pocket and take out a card, and his pen, and he scrawls his address on the back of it before he hands it over. ]
My cell's on there, and the number to call to get right to my desk, but if something happens, you get in a cab, you tell them to take you right here. I'll look after you. You said you're staying in a motel--I don't suppose you know anyone in town? City can uh...city can be big and lonely if you don't know anyone.
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And he's not Ray. That's curious.]
Thank you. I'm glad I called you.
[Taking the card, she makes a show out of putting it into her wallet, with her cash, as if it's of equal importance.]
Other than my sister? I thought I knew a couple, but neither of them are here now. They must've moved on.
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[ He even looked apologetic, ducking his eyes into the footwell briefly before looking back up at her. Why not, she was only grieving her sister and terrified of not finding her--what did he have to lose? ]
Well I um... I have to show my face back at the 2-7 this afternoon but if you wanted company, a friendly face, I'm uh... Well, like I said, my partner's out of town and it gets awfully quiet without him around the place screwing things up, so if you wanted to catch a bite to eat... Uh, cause even a cop's gotta eat, right? I'm not saying this right.
[ Too easy. ]
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Your partner messes up your plan? He sounds like a poor partner.
[This is a face of all the sympathy. It's not entirely dishonest either as Ben's been known to mess up some of her own plans.]
There's a small diner I had lunch at, I don't have much to spend, but the food's good and the price reasonable.
[She gives him the name of the diner where she first met up with Ben. It's on purpose: one final test.]