It’s been a long night. We found this one dangling from city hall. There’s a lot of paperwork to be done.
The papers have a name for them. They call them “The Painter”.
But we know better. We know exactly who she is. We know everything about her. And we can’t do a damn thing about it.
She doesn’t even try to cover her tracks. We’ve known who she was since the second killing.
There’s been twelve more since then. Well, it’s thirteen now.
It… well, I should be saying it’s above your paygrade. But…
I don’t have control over this “investigation”. Never really had. I don’t know what’s so damn important about this girl, but somebody… higher than me wants her to keep on going.
Yeah, it’s messed up.
Complain? To who? The boss gave me the orders not to apprehend her directly. He didn’t look too happy about it either.
Exactly. It has to be someone pretty high up.
No. I wouldn’t complain if I knew who it was. The force is corrupt.
I’d love to quit. But I can’t exactly do anything about it if I do. At least here I can help out in some small way.
Here, take a look through the file. I should warn you, most of it is pretty disturbing stuff.
I don’t know either. I don’t know how she keeps them so clean. None of them are the same.
You’ll see that a lot. It’s her... signature, I suppose you could say.
There’s a bit of a psych profile in there somewhere. You’d probably find it interesting.
Yeah, have fun with that.
Me? I’m going to go get myself a drink.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
