Odd Thomas Page #2

Morning.

They don't cause it.

They feed on it.

The more bodachs that show up,

the bigger the eventuaI feast.

They're attracted to evil

like bees to flowers.

They know when death is coming

and want to watch.

They don't show up

for any ordinary death.

They want extreme,

operatic violence and terror.

Penny Kalisto's death

wasn't horrific enough...

to bring a single bodach

into our world.

This town is in serious trouble.

- Bye, Oddie.

- See you, ladies.

Nicolina! Levanna!

Odd, am I really sucking

at this whole "mother" thing?

Well, considering their

last one was a junkie...

who left them in your lap

when you were barely 18...

I think you rather rock, Vi.

See you later.

I'm heading this way, too.

Gonna go see Madame Pearl,

get myself read.

Personally,

I don't believe people who say...

they can read minds or palms

and, trust me, tea leaves...

just cloggage

in the garbage disposal.

It's just I had this dream

last night you would not believe.

Well, anything short of

a 9-alarm massacre, I can top.

I'd never seen myself face-on

in a dream before.

You saw your own face?

Me and this guy, we were

both lying dead all busted up...

like we'd been shot

to pieces or something.

You know, I wouldn't worry

about it, Vi.

I mean, have any of

your dreams ever come true?

No.

I know most people think

you're just quirky or weird, Odd...

except Stormy who thinks

angels fly out of your butt.

But I know there's more to it.

You have a secret.

You're either a clairvoyant...

a psychic, a seer,

a soothsayer, or something.

Or you got yourself some juice

with a higher power.

And I need to know.

Tell me the truth now, Odd.

Do you see death in me?

No. No, all I see

is my own insensitivity...

and a long,

happy life for you, okay?

Hey, Vi, the the dead guy

in your dream, what was he wearing?

Wearing? I don't know.

Oh! Wait. Yeah...

a red and black shirt with

black bowling balls on it.

One of my stranger abilities is

that when I need to find someone...

like right now, the creepy

guy in the diner,

I can randomly wander around, and

pretty quickly, I'll run into him.

This is a talent for

which I have no name.

Stormy calls it psychic magnetism.

TIRE WORLD:

Super Summer Sale

That's Tom Jedd.

He was my little league coach.

Been hanging around Tire World for

years, although I don't know why.

His death was not caused

by a defective tire.

Such a beautifuI girl-

There is something about

a dead man trying to get a laugh...

that just bugs me.

Perhaps because it suggests

that even in death...

we still have a pathetic

need to be liked.

As well as the ever-present

ability to humiliate ourselves.

Where are you?

Where are you?

MANAGER Stormy

When I finally have my own shop,

no stupid uniforms.

I think you look adorable.

Adorable? Really?

Puppies are adorable.

Why are you here so early?

You missing me?

Always.

But I'm here looking for a guy.

A creepy guy.

Well, with you,

there can be no other kind.

My psychic magnetism

brought me here.

- That guy?

- That guy.

You are better than a bloodhound.

What is that thing on his head?

Hair.

It looks like a yellow yarmulke.

No, it's hair.

Any of those bodachs with him?

More than I've ever seen before.

You're not shivering

'cause of cold ice cream, are you?

I'm gonna see what this guy's up to.

- Stormy, wait, wait.

- You, sit.

You think those fish

are up to something?

All fish do are eat, excrete,

and fornicate all in the same water.

Fish are disgusting.

Oh, I never thought so till now.

Your creepy friend is buying

two gallons of the summer special.

Are the flavors significant?

That's your department.

I'm just reporting in.

Cherry chocolate coconut chunk?

Coconut cherry chocolate chunk.

I didn't realize the grammar was

so rigid in the ice-cream business.

Well, now you know.

This is bad for business.

Why? No one can see em but me.

Well, how could a bunch

of slithering, evil spirits...

and guy who look like

fungus be good for business?

Fungus Man scares me.

Can't you forget him?

I have a gift.

It wouldn't have been given to me

if I wasn't supposed to use it.

- Maybe it's not a gift.

- It's a gift.

I still got the box it came in.

Here. Take my keys.

And please show up

for dinner alive...

because, remember,

I can't see the dead.

If someone is going

to cause extreme violence...

especially on a massive scale,

which this is starting to look like...

bodachs will not leave him untiI the

last ounce of blood has been spilled.

But they lost interest

in Fungus Man.

Winstons, Camels, and Marlboros.

Fungus Man has friends.

Oh, now would be

a good time to run.

Bodachs.

- Hey.

- Loop me in, odd one.

I think I just achieved a personaI

best in the "jump and gasp" event.

Don't be such a scaredy-cat.

I found a gateway to hell.

I'm walking back to it right now.

Most people would have

the good sense to run away from it.

- Well, I'm not like most people.

- Not in the least.

It's gone now.

Or hidden.

So, is Fungus Bob a man or

something new in the neighborhood?

I don't know.

This place looks like

some kind of shrine.

UNABOMBER...

Theodore Kaczynski Arrested and...

Bundy Claims...

Police Believe The Number To Be...

Cannibal Killer

DECAPITATED UNABOMBER

Shrine of guys that like to

make belts out of women's nipples.

What?

Who is this guy?

His real name is Robert Robertson.

Well, hello Fungus Bob.

Did you check the refrigerator

for any severed heads?

No, I didn't open his refrigerator.

Where else would you expect

to find severed heads?

I wasn't looking for any.

Stormy, Stormy, someone's here.

I got to go.

We don't know

what this guy's planning to do yet.

You know what? Let me ask him

to wait outside untiI I'm finished.

I can feel that.

Wait a minute.

What's today's date?

August 14th.

The page to August 15th

is torn out of his calendar.

That's tomorrow.

What happens tomorrow?

- Hold on. Hold on.

- Get out of there, Oddie.

Maybe he has a file on himself,

you know?

Unsolved murders and atrocities.

Chief and I could figure

out a way to entrap him.

So, what's in it?

Is he a mass murderer?

No.

But I think he wants to be.

Hey, Bob!

Robert, where the hell are you?

I want my gun back!

Oh, sh*t. Damn dogs.

Shut up, you hear me?

Shut up you damn dogs!

One of these days, bang!

You hear me?

Wyatt is out back here burning

some perfectly good steaks.

Thanks, Karla.

Chief.

Odd, I hope you haven't come

here to dampen my evening.

I share your hope, sir.

Been communing with the dead?

It's not about who's dead, sir.

It's about who soon might be.

We call him Fungus Bob.

Yeah, I saw him enter the grill, but

he didn't strike me as suspicious.

Just unfortunate.

Oh, you don't have the advantage

of seeing his fan club, sir.

I guarantee you hell on earth

is coming to Pico Mundo.

You know sometimes you expect me

to walk a dangerously narrow line.

That's just because I've got such

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