Detective Jack: S2-05: The Prophet Returns

As we turned a corner, I instantly knew.

The pink cloak. The piercing blue eyes.

It was The Prophet. The leader of The Circle. The man who took a sex-loving commune cult and turned them into murderous alien-obsessed freaks.

I reached for my gun, but Mia grabbed it out of my holster before I could.

“Sorry, Jack.”

I could feel my dreams withering. I don’t deserve love. I’m not a good enough detective. Maybe not a good enough man.

The Prophet stared at me.

“Detective Crimson, it’s time for you to join us. You know the truth. You know that what we seek is real.”

I briefly imagined myself hanging out with these nutters. The image of me in a pink robe was kind of amusing. The pink would bring out my skin tone...not so bad!

I snapped back, still facing this only-in-Los-Angeles-level handsome cult leader, “Fuck you.”

The Prophet shook his head and nodded to Mia.

A gunshot rang out.

Good night.