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You know, the janitor at the police station.
Vern, I say it's time we get out of here and head back for Reno.
Starsk, there's nothing to be settled. She belongs in protective custody...
...whether that's a jail cell or a drunk tank.
But first I'm gonna clean you up and I'm gonna dry you out.
Her father died the year before.
Read the inscription.
Mother.
- Come on. - You have no right!
- That's Packrat. - Yep.
Go ahead.
Please don't cry. Yeah.
Is this it?
Hey, you've had enough. Come on. You don't want any more of this stuff.
She's had a rough go of it, but there's still a killer running around.
What's left of her.
No.
How do you feel?
You ready?
Then we're gonna have to wait for her.
Yeah?
Probably the reason Packrat got himself killed.
Maybe we ought to look around in the area.
- Not the pen. - Yep.
I don't know.
I would have been rich and famous, but I'd be plastic too.
Texas Kid, this is Detective Hutchinson.
I can't go yet.
Yeah.
- Starsk... - Sharman left school after ninth grade.
You called us, Orange. Remember?