“Says here he was caught by the police twice peeping in through his mother’s window as she made love.”

“The last time coincides with the doc’s notes here. Listen: His dreams are becoming more vivid. He has returned to the dream several times now of kissing his mother in places I shudder to think of. Perhaps his prescription is not strong enough?”

Quinn shook his head, “This guy’s a greek tragedy looking for a place to happen.”

A car driving by outside caused Quinn and Dexter to look up, but Powers kept reading.

“Then the doc’s notes talk about his sisters coming to stay with him. One older, one younger. This was like a week ago. Then they stop.”

“Who stops?” Dexter asked.

“The doc. That’s it, that’s all his notes.”

“What?” Quinn asked trying to lean over and see the notes from the back seat. “That can’t be it.”

“It is. Do we have anything on his sisters?”

Dexter flipped through a manila folder, finally stopping on a page with some pictures attached to it. “Older one’s named Basilia. Younger is Katherine.”

“Basilia? What kind of name is that?” Powers asked.

“Female version of Basil?” Quinn answered hesitantly.

Powers looked into the backseat. “Do you know anybody named Basil?”

They sat uncomfortably quiet for a second and then Dexter said, “John Cleese in Fawlty Towers. His name was Basil.”

“Basil Rathbone.” Quinn continued. “Was in the Sherlock Holmes movies with Nigel Hawthorne. I think he was Dr. Watson.”

Powers stared at them, looking first at Quinn then at Dexter. “Are you two fucking serious?”

“You asked.” Quinn said sulkily, poring through the file again.

Powers stopped reading the file and without turning to look in the backseat he asked, “What’s that thing they say about committing murder? About the mistakes?”

Quinn said, “When you commit a murder you commit 20 mistakes, later on your lucky if you remember five of them.”

“I thought it was 25.” Powers said from the front seat.

“Depends on who you ask. Remember Campion? He used to say it was 10 and 3. 10 mistakes, lucky to remember 3 of them.”

“So what, do we just wait for this guy to make a mistake?” Dexter asked.

“The problem is, “ said Powers, putting the file on the dashboard, “This guy doesn’t seem to make mistakes.”

“He’s serial.” Quinn uttered from the back.

“Usually serial killers like to fuck with the police.” Powers said, mostly to Dexter. “They send letters, clues, hints. Sometimes the name of the person they’re going to hit next. This guy doesn’t seem to care about cops at all.”

“So what’s his game?” Dexter asked.

“I think he just likes killing people.” Powers answered. “And I think he’s really good at it.”

Quinn leaned forward. “Wow, I think I just had a déjà vu.”

“What?” Powers asked.

“I’ve heard that before, or something like it. Some guy likes killing people and he’s good at it. Where have I heard that before?”

“Damn, you’re right. It was Manzetti.”

“Manzetti likes to kill people?” Powers asked.

“No, he said the same thing about that Barkovic guy. The international hitman? The one they tried to snag that time with the Otto Miles killing?”

“Shit, you’re right.” Quinn said from the backseat.