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In Chapter 31 of A DISH BEST KILLED, Haven hides inside her houseboat while homicide detective Cal Seely snoops around outside, then calls Jett to coordinate their escape ...
EXT. MARINA SLIP - HOUSEBOAT - NIGHT
All lights out on the Safe Haven.
The boat looks ominous. Spooky.
Slowly bobbing in the water.
Cal Seely and Dr. Bing
stand on the dock.
Looking at it.
CAL
Thanks for coming
on such short notice.
DR. BING
Sure, sure -- but she’s not home.
Cal squints at the boat.
Chews on his unlit cigar.
CAL
She could be asleep.
DR. BING
Then why bother her now?
CAL
Element of surprise.
DR. BING
So -- you suspect her?
CAL
Insulin pump didn’t malfunction.
(puffs)
Battery was dead.
DR. BING
But she said she changed --
CAL
Exactly.
INT. THE SAFE HAVEN - MASTER BEDROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Haven kneels in front of the window.
Slowly pulls back the curtain a tiny bit.
Peers out.
HAVEN
(sees them outside)
Shit. Fuck. Goddammit.
She goes to the mini bar.
Pours a stiff one.
Grabs a prescription bottle.
Shakes out a couple pills.
Gulps them down. Chases it
with a slug of her drink.
She pulls out her cell phone.
PUNCHES a number. Listens.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Hey, it’s me.
(listens)
It’s done?
The doorbell RINGS.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
Shit --
(listens)
It’s fucking Dr. Bing
and that fat fucking cop --
(listens)
All the lights are off --
(listens)
No, it’s too dangerous.
Who knows how long
they’ll be out there.
Just sit tight.
I’ll call you tomorrow
after I go to the bank.
The doorbell RINGS again.
HAVEN (CONT’D)
I’m gonna have a bubble bath,
listen to my Ipod.
If they come in, I’ll say
I couldn’t hear the doorbell
with the music on.
(listens)
Yeah. We’re almost there.
(listens)
Me too, baby.
Straight down the line.
PUSH IN on Haven.
Eyes burning with fire.
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