1
I stand for a moment looking at Lisbon's wide open car.
Something's strange. There's a chemical odor. That's why Lisbon left it open.
I walk closer.
The interior is covered with blue paint. The paint is dry.
The driver's side seat is completely blue.
The passenger side shows the shape of a large person outlined by the blue.
Obviously, there was a man alone in Lisbon's car when someone leaned in the window with a can of spray paint.
Sort of a mobile Blue Man Group, I imagine.
Someone painted Pike blue last night.
Snort.
2
Lisbon is in Fischer's office with the door closed.
I stand there for a moment on the off chance they'll invite me in.
Fischer waves me away.
I bring a cup of tea to the bullpen and sit down on my couch.
I sigh deeply.
Cho looks up from his computer.
"Drippy J," Cho says.
"Did you just say Drippy J, Cho?" I sip my tea.
"Pike's nemesis. The graffiti artist who spray-painted his ex-wife and daughter twelve years ago."
With the tiniest twitch of his mouth, Cho looks back at his computer. "Pike's been hunting him ever since."
