The Night Stalker Page #5

It's healthier that way...

Carl?

Will you watch what you're

saying? You know these guys...

...you could find yourself out

of a job and 86'd all over town.

Does that go for you too, Jenks?

Oh boy. Who can talk to

you when you get like this.

Now listen:
I'll nose around UNOFFICIALLY for you

on anything you bring me. Just between the two of us.

But do me a favor and stay away from me

for a few days. Just for friendship's sake.

Did I say it was a vampire?

Well what does your

suggested headline say?

The story makes it clear.

"Vampire Killer In Las Vegas"

- question mark. Do I misread?

The story makes it clear!

Well did I misread? Or did

you use the word "vampire"?

Some screwball who IMAGINES he's a vampire is

loose in Las vegas, and people ought to be told!

If there's a screwball running loose in Las

Vegas, his last name begins with a "K"...

I've already heard about the little

scene you had with the boys downtown.

No vampire stories. CLEAR?!

How about a special featurette

with a border of roses?

An interview with the two

girl victims, in heaven...

...with a celestial

choir in the background?

OUT!

Oh I'm sorry. I guess I fell asleep.

Uh... what were you saying?

Yeah... you do great things

for my masculine ego, ya know?

Well actually, I was saying that Vincenzo

has the news sense of a tree stump...

It's got to be one man. It's got to be.

Big. Strong. Psychotic.

Well you're certainly making me

very glad that I work nights...

Oh well I told you to quit

working nights... didn't I?

Kolchak.

I am forever in your debt, Bloom.

What was that?

The killer's done it again...

Oh no.

Only this time...

...he was seen.

I saw him standing over there.

I thought he was kissing her.

...and then he turned, and...

...she fell down...

over there by the car.

He must have followed her home.

Victim number four:

Mary Brandon

show girl

25, 5 feet 8 inches

tall, 125 luscious pounds

...less the weight of twelve

pints of blood, of course.

Well, it looks like Bela

Lugosi's struck again.

Knock it off. It's her daughter.

Oops.

I'm alright now.

Now the car he drove

away in:
Was it new?

No.

It was a few years old. I

think it was a marroon coupe.

I'll call it in.

- So Barney, may I... uh?

- Yeah. But take it easy.

Sorry, ma'am. Kolchak. The Daily News.

...that was your daughter?

My best contact in Las Vegas has always been Helen O'Brien.

She's the switchboard operator at the County Courthouse.

Hello adorable.

- You're a

sadist! - Mm-hmmn

Oh I could take it back...

Over my dead, plump body.

Listen you magnificent morsel,

The DMV is checking on the suspect's car. Now,

you couldn't help me in that area-could you?

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