Split Second Page #5

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I hear you used to be a good cop.

My croissant?

What else? You got some salt?

Then you went a bit loopy.

That could be why you're psychic.

I just feel things, that's all.

I hate to break the news,

but that's what psychic is.

I think you and this killer

are on the same psychic wavelength.

What sign were you born under?

- I don't remember.

- Come on. When's your birthday?

- November 10.

- You're a Scorpio.

- So what?

- That's the sign he drew on the ceiling.

You ever asked yourself

why he sent you the heart?

Maybe it's because he thinks

you lack compassion.

Are you trying to be funny?

Great!

I've been wondering...

...why he only kills during the high tide.

I'll bet it has something to do with the...

...astrological alignment of the stars

in conjunction with the new moon.

Scorpio is a water sign.

The highest tide pulls in the new moon.

That's just off the top of my head.

You probably have a better idea.

No, I don't.

He shows up every month

on the night of the new moon...

...he kills before midnight,

in different locations...

...then he disappears.

We don't have a motive.

- We don't have a pattern.

- Slow down.

The only thing we know for sure

is that he's not a vegetarian.

Stone?

Okay, dipshit, your turn.

What do you make of all this?

I don't care about your degrees

or secondhand knowledge.

I want to know what you think. You.

Any units in the area, report.

There's an intruder at 16 Roselle Street.

- That's-

- My place.

My shotgun.

Call for backup. Now!

Michelle?

Where is he?

If this is a joke, I don't think it's funny.

- What are you doing?

- I'm taking a shower.

You're taking a shower?

- I heard screaming.

- The water got colder!

- The door is open.

- I didn't open it.

Lock it!

- What are you doing?

- They're on their way.

She's okay.

Get back here!

Stupid son of a b*tch!

I'd better find Durkin.

Stone! For Christ's sake!

- It bit me!

- Don't worry about it.

- What?

- I'll get the medics.

Come on, move back!

Her chest was ripped open.

He must have used a hatchet.

No, he used his hands.

You saw him, didn't you?

The guy's hyperventilating.

Okay, come on.

I'm okay. Need some fresh air.

Give him space.

Just calm down. Breathe in deep.

Easy, fella.

Hey, Harley!

Foster?

Jesus!

Foster? Come on, pal.

- Jesus.

- Stone, are you all right?

Dick.

- What are you doing here?

- No wonder you have panic attacks.

- That's it! That's your psychic connection.

- You're supposed to be dead.

You've never heard of a bulletproof vest?

Man, watch out. Right.

Don't you ask me why I did that.

- You'll be okay.

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Did you see anything?

No, I saw a flash and then I felt the pain,

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