"But you aren't most, are you, Owen? You want to make a name for yourself, be a killer in history, don't you? Do everything that doesn't make sense for a serial killer to throw the police off your trail. Remember," she leans over so he can see her and taps at her forehead. "Visions."

"Okay, I take back the candy from a baby thing. You're a serial killer with a heart of gold."