Chapter Five: Another Shooter
"I swear Clementine, it was Shooter, Mississippi and everything," says Mort, they're back in the hotel room, Clementine furious with Mort for not staying at the bar where she left him, and for spending time with Simone when she had appeared, and how he had said he wouldn't want to spend time with her in the least.
"Well?" she replies, laying graciously on the bed.
"Well what?"
"Well, exactly that, so, what?"
"I dunno. But, we definitely gotta steer clear of her now."
"Right. Ok."
"But, how do you think he appears in different people? Is he like, a psycopath in everyone he inhabits? You know? Like, maybe he's not a killer anymore, maybe that was just me," Mort tries to explain.
"Mort, we are meant to be enjoying this night, because tomorrow we are working and the next day we fly home, and I for one, am not enjoying talking about Shooter, I can think of much better things to do."
"Like?" Mort hints suggestively.
"Well," Clementine starts, kneeling on the edge of the bed and pulling Mort towards her, her hands round his neck, kissing him softly.