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."