Odd Thomas Page #5

I'm sorry. I just-

I love you so much.

My Pooh Bear.

I promise you on

the other side of tomorrow...

I will have all my stuffing intact.

That must be for you.

Oh, God!

I heard the scream.

She ran across my yard.

I saw the dogs following her.

I grabbed my gun.

I shot the dogs.

It's on.

All right. Here's what we know.

Lysette left my barbecue with

Officer Eckles at around 7:45.

He dropped her off at home

clocked in at 8:
00,

and was manning the front

desk when he got the call.

So somewhere

between 8:
00 and midnight,

Lysette was whacked in the eye

and then tied up

and gagged and hauled

all the way the hell out here

and had two Rottweilers

sicked on her.

Hey, Chief. What's with

the guy who shot the dogs?

His name's Kevin Goss.

He was teaching a class

from 6:
00 to 10:00...

then he went to Starbucks

till they closed at midnight.

He got home about

two minutes too late.

Sir? I've actually seen

those Rottweilers before.

They belong to Bob Robertson.

All right!

I want an A. P. B.

put out on this guy now!

- Find him!

- Yes, sir.

Simon, I want you to go back

over to Robertson's house.

I'll have a search

warrant in the morning

as soon as the courthouse opens.

Sir, no offense, but I wasted most

of the day staking out that house.

Then I went to the bowling alley

and stayed there untiI they closed.

Nothing happened.

Nobody showed.

It was a complete waste of my time.

Sir, are we sure this Robertson

character isn't just a wild goose chase?

Exactly where were you between

the hours of 8:
00 and 10:00?

- He was with me the whole time.

- Just ease up.

Now go check the house again

and ask around about the dogs.

Yes, sir.

You two.

Home.

Go, now!

I think you should wear this.

Try not to laugh.

Oddie, you are not responsible

for every death you can't prevent.

She died.

And if Fungus Bob was her killer,

I was either slow or stupid.

Choose your weapon.

Why would Fungus Bob kill Lysette?

What's the connection?

It makes no sense.

It doesn't have to make sense.

It just has to satisfy some sick urge.

Maybe he's warming up.

I think the chief just sent

some detectives to protect you.

I don't need protecting.

Actually I think it might

just be surveillance.

Fungus Bob followed me

to the church.

I bet the chief is hoping

he'll sniff me out again.

If the chief is using you as bait...

he should at least ask if

you mind having a hook in your ass.

Oh, man, I got to stay focused.

Good. You keep an eye on my girl.

August 15th had begun.

Time was running out.

Hey, Bob.

You're not planning

on getting up, are ya?

But if you're dead...

who's gonna massacre Pico Mundo?

Gun on the floor,

dead guy in my tub.

I know a setup when I see one.

But if I call the police,

the chief will have to arrest me...

and I won't be able to stop

the catastrophe from happening.

Oh, my God!

Oh, you are creeping me out.

You're freezing cold, Bob.

Your rigor mortis is way advanced.

You know...

the chief said

you didn't leave any fingerprints.

He didn't leave a single print.

And Stormy never actually saw you.

- Come on!

- What?

Because you were already dead.

And the whole time in the church,

you were actually

a pissed-off poltergeist.

I think the last time

I saw Fungus Bob alive...

was when he left his house

right before I broke into it.

He's been haunting me ever since,

blaming me for his death.

Why he blames me or who the hell

killed him is a little hazy.

If I'm caught,

I'll either be arrested for murder

or rolling what looks like

the biggest joint ever.

It's just me, Rosalia!

Damn it.

Oh, give me a break.

It's just me, again, Rosalia.

I'm gonna borrow

your car again, okay?

If I'm being framed,

why the police have failed

to arrive and arrest me...

or the murderer hasn't come

to kill me, I do not know.

All right, Bob, where can I put you

to quietly decompose for a while...

before someone finds you and has

a new love of Jesus scared into em?

Interesting story, Bob.

After the federal government

abandoned this prison...

it went through a long

series of owners.

Rumor has it that at Von Zipper's

Burgers the fries were delicious...

and the free-soft-drink-refill

policy was generously honored.

And yet, this fine

dining establishment...

never succeeded in winning

over the family-dining crowd...

which is so essential

to any restaurant operation.

Welcome to the gas chamber.

A lot of people died in here, Bob.

You should feeI right at home.

Stormy's always joking about running

off to Las Vegas and getting married.

But I tell her Vegas is packed

with dead people and bad guys...

and I'd just end up

fighting eviI 24-7.

I should have listened to her.

Too many.

Too many.

The chief.

I need the chief.

Dear Lord.

If that's you again, Odd,

we are going to have words!

Oh, my God.

No offense, Odd Thomas,

but I can't think of anybody...

who could come in here right now

and not get my back up.

- So you think he knew the shooter?

- Had to.

Which means it's probably

somebody I know, too.

- How bad is he?

- Bad.

- Well, he's a fighter.

- He better be.

- Hey, Bern.

- Ma'am.

INTENSIVE CARE UNI - Hey.

- Oh Oddie.

Keep those reporters out of here.

You, on that door.

- Sorry, no press inside.

- Comin through.

You saved his life, Oddie.

Where's this bullet?

That's the one they're

trying to dig out of him now.

Time is up.

Pico Mundo is awakening

to a horror that only I can stop.

Lysette and Fungus Bob are dead.

The chief is

in the emergency room.

There's hoards of bodachs

swarming all over town.

Whatever's coming is gonna be big.

I'm scared,

and I'm supposed to be fearless.

- Don't tell me to stay home today.

- Please stay home today.

- I will if you stay home with me.

- We've been through this.

I have to do

whatever I can to stop it.

Is Viola going to be shot dead?

You know I don't know

that for sure.

She's had it hard in life.

She doesn't need this.

Shot dead? Really?

Who does need it?

Oh, I don't know

why I try to reason with you.

I always lose.

You're a fabulous man of action,

odd one.

You don't need to be

a good debater, too.

Besides, you said yourself...

any road I choose could lead me

right back to the same fate.

So, which is it?

Do I have free will?

Am I in God's hands?

Or is it both?

Have I ever told you

you've got a lot of issues?

I'm a woman. We all have issues.

It's what keeps us interesting,

and you men interested.

Oh, yeah? It's what makes us

crazy and die younger.

Do you love me?

I love you more than life itself.

See? It's working.

Don't look back. Don't look back.

Give him strength.

Knock, knock.

I'm hoping Bob left

a clue on his computer.

Something to lead me

to his partner...

to the person who was

planning on killing 100s,

if not 1000s of people.

Hey.

Loop me in, odd one.

Where are you?

I'm walking towards the fridge.

Yours, mine, or Fungus Bob's?

Don't "uh-huh" me. I told you...

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