Blood Work

McCaIeb.

Whatever happens, it'II be his face on the front page.

What do you have?

I've had hemorrhoids for a whiIe. You?

Victims five and six. Code KiIIer strikes again.

You're not a vegetarian, right?

How do you Iike your steak? Big, red, juicy?

Neighbor compIained about the noise. He got run over at the door.

Neighbor said he saw this from the door.

BacheIor number one hasn't been dating IateIy.

ApparentIy, he's a bed wetter.

You're sick, you know that, Arrango?

Neighbor didn't see a thing. This might be important too.

The maid quit about six years ago. She didn't Iike the neighborhood.

We're caIIing him Chuck TayIor.

Oh, how's that?

WeII, the prints. Look.

Converse. High-tops.

Chuck TayIor.

You get it, right?

You don't know who Chuck TayIor is? BasketbaII coach. Stanford CardinaIs.

We got the remains of two or three peopIe.

One of them couId be a midget.

In any case, it's a heII of a gangbang.

Once you joke about it, you shouIdn't be doing it.

Get the stretcher. AII right.

Another Iove note.

Maybe the two of you ought to get a room somepIace.

McCaIeb. Another message?

-Why is he singIing you out? I can't comment.

I can't comment.

Are there numbers this time?

He Ioves it.

What does the message say?

Why does he focus on you?

Do we have numbers this time?

Were there numbers?

-Why does he singIe you out? What does he want?

Chuck.

You got a motive?

CIear.

AImost there.

Good. Coming out.

Good, Terry. You did good.

Are you taking your piIIs?

Yeah.

Yeah, aII 34 of them.

-No fever at aII? -No.

AII cIear of that.

-No diarrhea? -No, nothing.

Good.

-BIood pressure and puIse? -Right on target.

You're not working too hard on the boat?

No, just enough to keep it afIoat. That's aII.

I'II be back in a bit.

I'II check this bIood work and get the tissue to the Iab.

Okay.

Don't start running Iaps yet, but I'm very pIeased.

No rejection. AII your bIood IeveIs are good.

-I might Iower your prednisone next week. -Thank God.

I'm tired of shaving three times a day.

Lean forward.

-May I ask you something? -No, don't taIk.

Sit up.

Okay, come around.

AII right. What did you want to ask me?

The kid in 21 8. . .

. . .what's his bIood type?

It's different from yours, if that's what you wanted to know.

-How Iong has he been waiting? -About haIf as Iong as you did.

What are his chances?

Maybe 50-50, maybe Iess. What's bothering you, Terry?

I don't know.

When I was at the Bureau, we had to quaIify once a year on the range.

You know, shoot at targets, stuff Iike that.

We had a thing where you shoot a circIe around a heart.

It was caIIed the '' 1 0 ring. '' That was the highest score.

TypicaI.

You wait for a heart for two years. . .

. . .aImost don't make it, then wonder if we shouId've given you that heart.

Know what that is?

B.S.?

ExactIy. Go home and enjoy your boat. See you next week.

Hey, Terry. How you doing?

Morning, Terry.

Morning? It's 2 in the afternoon, Buddy.

As Iong as my dad sends those checks, it's whatever time I say it is.

-Whatever. -Heads up, by the way.

Somebody's on your boat.

Been here 1 0 minutes. Looked harmIess. I didn't say anything.

Looks better than harmIess!

May I heIp you, miss?

I'm Iooking for Terry McCaIeb.

You're Iooking at him.

GracieIIa Rivers.

I have read about you in the paper, in the ''Where are they now?'' coIumn.

You know, in the Metro section.

You're not the first person to try to find me.

I can recommend a good investigator who won't rip you off.

The articIe said you're the best and you hate when someone gets away.

If you read it, you know what happened and that I'm retired, Miss Rivers.

GracieIIa.

GracieIIa.

I think you couId heIp me.

How's that?

-Maybe even heIp yourseIf. -I don't need money.

I'm not taIking about money.

Sister?

-And her son. -Which one?

-Excuse me? -Which one's dead?

My sister.

GIoria Torres. GIory.

And her son's name is Raymond.

-I don't think I can heIp you. -Just Iook at it again, pIease.

Just one more time, and I'II Ieave you aIone.

Just teII me if you perceive or feeI anything.

Miss Rivers, I'm a retired FBI man, not a psychic.

-Do you want this back or not? -I have a doubIe.

You know, two for the price of one.

-You'II want to keep that one. -Why is that?

Your heart, Mr. McCaIeb.

It was my sister's.

-How do you know that? -Newspaper.

You two have the same bIood type, AB with CMV negative.

You were operated on the day she died.

My number's on the back if you change your mind.

Miss Rivers, this is Terry McCaIeb.

Yeah, I'm sorry about it being so Iate. . .

. . .but I wanted to teII you I'm going to the poIice to see what's going on.

Don't thank me. Don't get your hopes up.

I'm just gonna have a Iook. I owe your sister that much.

May I heIp you?

-Detective Arrango and WaIIer around? -Your name?

McCaIeb. I'm here about the GIoria Torres case.

It's McCaIeb.

Down the haII, up the stairs, first door on your right.

Thanks.

WeII, Mr. McCaIeb.

Detective Arrango.

I thought you were dead or retired.

I hear you want to taIk about GIoria Torres.

Can we taIk privateIy?

About what?

-I'm Iooking into her death. -Here we go, same oId shit.

I'II give you five minutes, that's it, before I toss your ass right out.

-My partner wiII be here in a minute. -Want a doughnut?

I want to know who you're working for. Her sister, right?

That's right.

I knew it. Son of a bitch. Let me see your ticket.

I don't have a Iicense, if that's what you mean.

Is it stuffy in here?

Is it hot?

No.

Just get a IittIe air.

Let me give us some air and make it more comfortabIe.

Okay, Iet me get this straight. You're conducting a homicide investigation. . .

. . .into the GIoria Torres case?

That's true.

You don't have a Iicense to practice as a private investigator in CaIifornia?

That's right.

Do you know it's a crime to practice as an investigator without a Iicense?

WiII you knock off the crap?

I just wanted to have a taIk. Knock off the tape too.

-He's bIocking the microphone anyway. -Why didn't you say?

In the three years we've interrogated here, maybe I forgot.

Come on, feIIas. I'm just here to heIp. Have a doughnut.

How do you know GracieIIa Rivers?

She's an acquaintance. I toId her I'd Iook into it. That's aII.

If you guys aren't gonna have one, I'm gonna have one.

Look.

I don't care what her sister toId you, Mr. Former FBI ProfiIer.

This ain't the type of case you Iike.

This ain't a gIamorous case that wiII get headIines.

This isn't CharIes Manson or Ted fucking Bundy.

This is an ordinary convenience-store robbery.

Some idiot with a gun. . .

. . .with the right ratio of baIIs to brains puIIed the trigger.

I toId her I'd check it out.

You've been on this a whiIe, and a fresh pair of eyes won't hurt.

I won't grandstand anybody. I'II give any information to you first.

I'm not trying to one-up anyone.

What do you want?

A copy of the murder book and a video waIk-through of the scene.

I was aIways good with crime scenes.

-No can do. -Why not?

-No way, man. -How often does the sister caII you?

Every day, weekends, hoIidays. . . . BeIieve it or not, we got feeIings.

It hurts me to teII her there are no Ieads or suspects.

I can get her off your case.

I teII her I Iooked into it, you're doing a good job, she stops caIIing.

You were aIways good at a crime scene.

But the key word is ''were. '' Are you stiII?

You just give me a copy of the tape, that's aII.

Oh.

We got more than just the crime-scene tape.

We've got the crime.

Bring the doughnuts. Come on.

That's Kyungwon Kang, the owner.

He's making his Iast saIe. She comes in to buy a candy bar.

Yeah, for her kid.