Killshot (1989)

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Genres: Fiction
I know numbers. I hear a seven-digit number it registers in my head till I jot it down. And there it is, right there." He looked past her shoulder where she was bent over the desk, hands flat on the surface, staring at the number.
She'd said they were in Missouri someplace. St. Louis? No, that wasn't it. Richie said he'd never been to Missouri. He'd been to East St. Louis, but that was over in Illinois. East St. Louis, shit, you had to stand in line to commit a crime, but didn't tell her that.
This woman was pretty smart. She knew something was wrong and even said it, though more to herself than to him. "There's something wrong somewhere." "You mentioned you had trouble with your phone." "I had trouble with callers, not the instrument. I told you, I referred the matter to the Annoyance Call Bureau and they put a trap on my line." "They listen in?" "No, a trap records what number is calling this number. That's how you catch obscene callers." "You had any?" "Yes, I did, I'm sorry to say
...." "What'd he do, talk dirty to you?" "I would never ever in my life repeat one word of what that man said." "You have to wonder about people like that," Richie said, "what gets in their head and makes them become perverts.MoreLess
Killshot (1989)
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