oui?
i know where she is.
let's take her down the street. i will not eat one of those hockey pucks.
this is special unit fourteen. i want a complete name search. clark william. surname is edwards.
get in.
i found a current address here in montreal. reynaud leans on the horn, aggressively maneuvering through traffic.
the glove box. grace opens it and finds a compact glock. she checks it, shoves it into her pocket. reynaud swerves into the wrong lane. stops cold in front of an apartment building. and gets out. great driving. a mere two blocks away from the crime scene. laval gets out. then grace.
maybe they will tell you. why do you trust junkies?
don't say that in front of her.
very nice. you like to play games. grace smiles.
think he has a plan b?
i will take the bullet for you like the secret service. okay, friend? reynaud is serious. grace helps costa with his shirt.
you spent a lot of time with costa. grace isn't sure if that's an accusation.
i like him. he's a good guy. grace smiles.
i'm not leaving. grace slides behind the wheel. and takes off in the muscular cop car.
i am sorry, sir.
i hope the son of a bitch doesn't shoot me with the gun you gave him. what else did you give asher?
he's gone. reynaud looks at grace. grace feels hollow, miserable.
my best friend died protecting a serial killer so you could get laid. very nice. grace reacts. the cat is out of the bag.
no? it's my case.
at least i didn't fuck him. grace walks off. reynaud intercepts her.
i am taking you to the director.