“Talk to me, John,” Cross said without turning around.
Scrawled on the wall in the victim’s own blood were the words:
“Of course it is,” Cross replied, sliding into the car. “But I’m done playing defense. Tonight, the MPC stops chasing ghosts. We become one.”
“You’re not a judge, Ethan. You’re a coward who uses a scalpel because you can’t win a fair fight.”
“That’s MPC territory,” Cross said, already grabbing his coat. “He’s crossing a line.”
“It’s a trap,” Sampson warned.
“He’s not hiding,” Cross said, finally turning around. His eyes were bloodshot but sharp. “He’s escalating. The gap between kills is shrinking. Three weeks, then two, now five days. He’s hungry.”
The Sixth Step
“Talk to me, John,” Cross said without turning around.
Scrawled on the wall in the victim’s own blood were the words:
“Of course it is,” Cross replied, sliding into the car. “But I’m done playing defense. Tonight, the MPC stops chasing ghosts. We become one.” cross s01e06 mpc
“You’re not a judge, Ethan. You’re a coward who uses a scalpel because you can’t win a fair fight.”
“That’s MPC territory,” Cross said, already grabbing his coat. “He’s crossing a line.” “Talk to me, John,” Cross said without turning around
“It’s a trap,” Sampson warned.
“He’s not hiding,” Cross said, finally turning around. His eyes were bloodshot but sharp. “He’s escalating. The gap between kills is shrinking. Three weeks, then two, now five days. He’s hungry.” “Talk to me
The Sixth Step