A soft laugh. “Fair? Your MPC let these monsters walk. I’m just balancing the scales. But here’s the twist for Episode 6: I’ve left a seventh step unwritten. And the next victim… is someone you know intimately.”
“No,” Cross said flatly. “He stays mine.”
“That’s MPC territory,” Cross said, already grabbing his coat. “He’s crossing a line.” cross s01e06 mpc
Detective John Sampson leaned against the doorframe, his massive arms crossed. “Forensics pulled a partial from the latest scene. It’s a match to the glass Ethan used at the charity gala. The same gala where he had a front-row seat to your wife’s memorial fund.”
Cross looked up at Sampson, his face ashen. “He’s going after Nana Mama.” A soft laugh
Cross knelt beside the body. “He’s moving faster. He’s not just killing now. He’s preaching.”
Cross’s jaw tightened. The MPC had been chasing a phantom for six weeks—a meticulous killer who staged suicides of powerful people. But Episode 6 was the turning point. The profile had shifted. This wasn’t just about punishment. It was about performance. And Ethan, the charming philanthropist, was the director. I’m just balancing the scales
“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.”