you showed me yours. i'll show you mine.
he's just some gambler. lives completely off the grid. no bank account. no credit cards. no previous record.
must be a wacko. he'd never met the victim. no connection whatsoever.
you saw. he's got eyes in the back of his head. he can see around corners. i even had him in custody once, and he disappeared.
and what is it you want him for?
about?
well, i guess homeland security trumps liquor store murder. how can i help?
yes, ma'am.
what, you think he's got some kind of radar?
and area 51 would explain my missing tennis shoes. but that doesn't mean they're on a flying saucer.
i'd call your proof a little iffy.
let's say i'm not an idiot.
then what?
i know.
i say we get the whole department up here and bust his ass.
then why won't he see through your trap?
you haven't been chasing him for three years.
and that's when we go in.
that kinda makes sense.
when is that?
what's taking so long?
we stand pat till notified. don't make a sound.
we've got movement in the canyon. where are you?
we tried it your way.
boys, now it's our turn.
this is your last warning.