Odd Thomas Page #5

here to dampen my evening.

I share your hope, sir.

Been communing with the dead?

It's not about who's dead, sir.

It's about who soon might be.

We call him Fungus Bob.

Yeah, I saw him enter the grill, but

he didn't strike me as suspicious.

Just unfortunate.

Oh, you don't have the advantage

of seeing his fan club, sir.

I guarantee you hell on earth

is coming to Pico Mundo.

You know sometimes you expect me

to walk a dangerously narrow line.

That's just because I've got such

great respect for your balance, sir.

Son that sounds perilously close

to being bullshit.

There's a little bit of

bullshit in it. A little.

But it's mostly sincere.

Odd this is one of

our newer officers...

- Bern Eckles.

- Oh, hi. We met yesterday.

Good collar, that Harlo character.

I can't believe

I once dated that perv.

And of course you know Lysette.

Bern, I want you

to do a little DMV check on..

this guy Odd was telling me about.

I think Officer Eckles

is a little worried

I might try to hook up with you.

Karla and the chief

are trying to set us up...

him being new to the force and all.

It's like cleaning fluid

with sugar in it.

Which reminds me, how's your dad?

He's selling pieces of the moon

online, vacation home sites.

Is that legal?

He certainly doesn't guarantee

the quality of the air.

And how's it going with Bronwen?

She prefers "Stormy. "

Who wouldn't?

Did you used to play piano?

I did, yeah, for years.

How'd you know that?

'Cause you have really

beautifuI hands.

I bet you play like a dream.

You know Odd, you're a strange one.

Yeah, I can't disagree with that.

Bit of an oddball.

That was my nickname

all through high school.

But you do have your charms.

That's what Stormy says.

Personally,

I find it rather dubious.

You know, if you ever decide

to give cooking lessons...

you should give me a call.

I bet you really know

how to whisk.

Sure, yeah,

with scrambled eggs and stuff.

But, pancakes, you really,

you got to fold em.

But, mostly,

I just fry, fry, fry, you know?

Hey, Odd. We got to talk.

Robertson moved here

five months ago.

Before that,

he was living with his mother.

Inherited a shitload

when she died last year.

Clean record, though.

Not even a speeding ticket.

How'd his mother die?

Officer Eckles is checking on

that right now.

But otherwise,

I got squat on your Fungus Bob.

I can't hold him.

All right, well, you do agree that

he's strange and suspicious, right?

If strange and suspicious were

enough to put someone in jail...

you'd already be there.

You're gonna watch him right?

Only because you're never wrong,

I'll put on a tail on him

and watch his house.

You go and have

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