hi!
how are you today?
oh, i'm fine. do you like boats?
you don't! why not?
sure you do, but you don't want to tell me.
a lifeboat?
yeah. my mom rented this huge yacht once, and we took a trip. it was great. everyone threw up except me. i love 'em.
you're the bodyguard, aren't you? frank is surprised.
i've got ears.
i think he's got a black 4 x 4. could be a chevy. more like a toyota. frank stares at fletcher, then looks back to the street.
tell me about the car?
four wheel drive? late model? frank nods. fletcher looks pleased.
what?
well, nobody's perfect, frank. are they? (gesturing to the
she's got him by the short ones, doesn't she, frank? frank squelches a smile at henry. where did he learn that?
she's real mad at you, isn't she? frank stops what he's doing and just looks blankly at the batteries in his hands. there's a beat of silence.
she told me she doesn't understand why you're so shitty to her.  frank's shoulders droop and he lets out an imperceptible sigh. he gently resumes fitting the batteries, still not looking at fletcher. in the quiet of early morning, it's almost like a confessional.
i don't think i understand.
knight to king-four.
you okay, frank? frank acknowledges fletcher's small presence standing to the side of the big chair. he doesn't look at him directly.
i couldn't sleep.  it was so scary, just thinking about it.  he looks at frank.
do you feel scared, frank?
what are you afraid of?
tell me, frank, please. is it the man who killed nicki? are you afraid of him? finally, frank turns and looks at fletcher. frank is pretty far gone. he shakes his head "no." he realizes that that kind of fear had never occurred to him, and recognizing that fact sets him back into his thoughts.
then what? what are you afraid of? frank doesn't have the will to resist anymore. he lets his hand drop away from fletcher.