where they lead. Usually
pretty close to where they started.
I have to ask, Terry.
How did it feel?
Back in the day, when you were
going up against all those sickos?
That was my job.
Come on, man. I mean,
driving a truck, that's a job.
All those killers
you used to hunt down.
I read in the paper some used to leave
you messages. That ain't truck driving.
Only one, actually,
ever left me messages.
Sorry, I'm sticking my nose
in it, I know.
Connected.
What?
When I was at the top of my game,
I felt connected to everything.
The victim, the killer,
the crime scene.
Everything.
Just felt like it was all part of me.
It's beginning to feel that way again.
Cool.
I'll tell you what. Driving is okay
because I would shit my shorts.
I would.
But that's why you're a famous cop
and I'm a boat bum. A loser.
Buddy, you're not a loser.
It's okay, Terry.
Only my mom has to tell me that.
My friends can tell me the truth.
Mrs. Cordell?
I'm Terry McCaleb. I called you.
Is this a bad time?
-As opposed to a good time?
-Poor choice of words. Can we talk?
Is that your partner in the car?
Yeah.
I wanted to hire an investigator,
but I couldn't afford to.
Couldn't afford to find out
who killed him.
You work for the police?
No, I'm a retired FBl agent.
I'm also a friend of the family
of the woman killed in Canoga Park.
We think it's the same gunman.
I see.
I'd like to tell you I'm sorry.
That's hard coming from a stranger...
...but I went through the files, and
James seemed like a good man.
Funny hearing him called James.
Everyone called him Jimmy.
And he was a very good man.
How can I help, Mr. McCaleb?
See this photograph?
Does this woman look familiar to you?
-ls that someone he might have known?
-I don't think so.
-ls that the victim from Canoga Park?
-Right.
Is that her son?
I don't understand.
How could he know her?
Are you suggesting they--?
-No, nothing like that.
-Then, like what?
We think your husband and Miss Torres
may have crossed paths with the killer...
...sort of the relationship between
the victim and the gunman.
The smallest detail of them coming
in contact is very, very important.
Something like dining at the same
restaurant, for instance.
-A restaurant the killer went to?
-Yeah.
That sounds like stalking,
not robbery.
To be honest with you, we're not sure
robbery is the motive in this case.
When they brought back his effects,
was it all there?
Was anything missing?
Rings, watches?
No.
You're sure he couldn't have been
in the Valley two weeks before?
No, he spent a month in Northern
California, working on the aqueduct.
And when my husband wasn't
working, he was home with me.
-ls that his car?
-Yes.
Any personal effects in that?
A picture on the dashboard.
-Still there?
-I don't know. I would think.
The sheriff's department drove
it home. I haven't been in it.
Can l...?
There it is.
Right here, yeah.
Any of this stuff your husband's
favorite knickknacks?
No, sorry.
Could you jot down your
husband's routines for me--?
-His sunglasses.
-What?
They hung from the mirror on a cord.
They're missing.
What kind of glasses?
They were Wayfarers.
He had them for years.
-Wayfarers?
-What do you think it means?
I said, what do you think it means?
Probably nothing.
Thanks, Mrs. Cordell.
I'll call you if anything comes up.
Easy, Mac. What's the matter?
-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm okay.
I saw the killer, Buddy.
At the bank, at the ATM,
where Cordell was killed.
Wait a minute, that's crazy.
That's the last place he would be.
No, it fits the profile.
Profile? What profile?
Take me to the L.A. County
Sheriff's Office.
No, wait! I don't get it.
Why would the killer go back?
Okay. Never mind, I'll just drive.
-Now you're starting to get it.
-This goes any longer, I want a raise.
How about workmen's comp?
Detective Winston's in the field.
Can I take a message?
-Tell her McCaleb was by.
-Hey.
She wanted to see you, Mr.