Page 19 of The Writer

[Cordova] I’m on my way up.

[Shaw] We got this, Jarod. Secure his apartment. I’ll meet you there.

[Cordova] Understood.

[Lucero] I need a doctor. I think you broke my arm.

[Shaw] Your arm’s fine. Sit up. Hey, nice watch.

[Lucero] I ain’t wearing no watch.

[Shaw] No shit. I said sit up. Watch him. I’m gonna check his pockets.

[Lucero] Fuck! I told you, you broke my arm!

[Voice unidentified] Shit, Declan. I think you did. That’s bone, right? Sticking out?

[Lucero] Stop moving it! It fucking hurts! Get me a doctor!

[Shaw] Tell me about Maggie Marshall.

[Lucero] Who?

[Shaw] You know who. The girl in the park.

[Lucero] You gonna let him do this? Take me to a hospital! Get this fucker away from me.

[Voice unidentified] Should I call a bus?

[Shaw] In a minute.

[Lucero] Fuck in a minute! This hurts! Get the cuffs off me!

[Shaw] So you can run again?

[Lucero] It’s ten o’clock at night, and you come busting down my door. What the hell I’m supposed to do?

[Shaw] You recognize this girl? [Silence.] Look at the picture! You recognize her?

[Lucero] Fuck you. Get me a lawyer.

[Shaw] Thought you wanted a doctor. Tell me about the girl, then I’ll get you both.

[Lucero] I don’t know who that is. Ow, fuck! Let go! Let go my arm!

[Shaw] Stop resisting.

[Lucero] I ain’t resisting! You all just saw what he did!

[Voice unidentified] I know he knocked on your apartment door, and now we’re on the roof of the next building over because you ran. That sounds an awful lot like resisting to me.

[Lucero] I think I’m gonna be sick.

[Voice unidentified] That is bone for sure. Went right through his shirt.

[Shaw] Go ahead and call that bus. I’m thinking maybe we should push it back in and tape the wound. I’d hate to see him bleed out while we’re waiting. Just a little push and—

[Lucero] Aw, fuck! Stop! Don’t!