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Reece drinks an IPA... lost in thought. He studies his Glock in his lap. BEN (CONT’D) Hey, you don’t want to talk, least come up and help me with the sail. Storm’s coming in tonight. Supposed to be a ball buster. Reece takes the Glock and ejects a single cartridge. REECE Tell me if you see anything wrong with that bullet. He tosses the bullet to Ben, who snatches it out of mid-air. Ben shrugs. Reece finally admits what’s eating at him. REECE (CONT’D) I love my Glock. Stippled grip. RMR. But Boozer grew up shooting. And his favorite pistol was his custom 1911 .45. He hated the team 9 mils. Doesn’t make sense that Boozer would shoot himself with this gun. BEN I thought you said the T.O.D. was confirmed by the coroner. REECE I’m not talking about when he died. I’m talking about how. Ben climbs down into the cockpit with Reece and grabs a beer, clearly not giving Reece’s theory much credence. REECE (CONT’D) Kahani might be able to fake evidence. But he can’t fake Boozer. So either there was foul play involved, or... BEN Or? REECE I’m going a bit nuts. But Reece’s theory is out there, and Ben can tell his friend’s in a fragile headspace. So he plays along. BEN Let me see the Glock.
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