Scene Two
Jarod pulls up to the side of the road where he had dropped off Broots. He stops the car and gets out. He looks around for clues left that might lead to where Broots might have gone. He then notices a homeless man in the corner. He walks toward him.
"Excuse me sir," he says, "did you notice a man, about 5'8", bald, really nervous, around this area yesterday?"
"Maybe, maybe not," responses the homeless man without opening his eyes. Just then Jarod notices him gesturing for money. He pulls out his wallet and grabs a $50 bill and waves it front of the man. His eyes open wide.
"Now, as I was saying...did you see this man?"
"Yeah, I saw him. He was walking back and forth, talking a mile a minute for a few hours."
"Where did he go after that?"
"Don't know." Jarod pulls out another 50. "Now I remember. Some man walked up to him and put a gun to his back and made him get in a car."
"Did you see or hear the other man?" questions Jarod as he gets out another 50.
"I couldn't make out every word but I thought I heard the name Alex. What I do know is the guy with the gun was soaking wet."
"Oh my god, he lived!" Jarod mumbles to himself. "Did you hear him say where he was going?"
"No, all I could make out after that was that he was going to use the other man against someone named Jerry, Geo--"
"Jarod?"
"Yeah, that's it! He said it was about some unfinished business with that man and at place called the Centre." Jarod pulls out two more $50s and gives it all to the man.
"Thank you very much. Try not to spend all that money in one place now." smiles Jarod as he gets up to leave.
"Oh, I won't. Pleasure doing business with you." Jarod smiles again and get in his car and drives away.
Meanwhile at the Centre....
Mr. Parker is laying in a bed, half-asleep and moaning. All of a sudden Miss Parker bursts through the curtains surrounding the bed.
"Angel!" exclaims Mr. Parker.
"Don't you angel me! You're not even my father, remember?"
"You actually believed that psychopath?" yells Mr. Parker.
"You bet your ass I do. And its sociopath, remember? Now start giving me some answers or I'll make sure you die and then serve your carcass on a silver platter to Lyle." Miss Parker places her hand on the life support machine and taps it.
"You wouldn't!"
"Don't answer my questions and find out." She plays with the switch. She never thought she could talk to him like that.
"Okay, okay, you've convinced me. In my top left-hand drawer there are two keys in a box. I gave you one once."
"Right, the safe box for money when Brigitte was pregnant."
"Exactly. Write this down." Miss Parker grabs a pad and pen. "SL 7 and 22. Those keys belong to each of the boxes in the janitor's closet, behind a beam in the wall, with one on each floor. Everything you want to know is in those boxes but you must be careful."
"You better be telling the truth or you'll be sorry."
"I'm done lying now. And I just want you to know that I had planned on telling you everything."
"Oh really, just like you planned on telling me about my mother's fake death and my little brother, oh wait, you weren't because you were the head of the cover-up."
"I--"
"Save it." She turns and walks through the curtains.
