Jimmy didn't sleep for long, waking up before dawn, but not of his own accord. Instead, he was startled awake by an unexpected bout of heart palpitations.

Without reaching for the light, Jimmy took his revolver from under the pillow and activated his "Heart Eye" to observe his surroundings. He had already scrutinized the layout of the house upon moving in, with his travel bag and toolbox beside the bed. Looking carefully at everything else, he didn't detect anything amiss.

Jimmy sat up in bed and peered through the walls at his neighbors' homes on either side. There seemed to be nothing unusual, people were lying in bed, and there was no one else around.

There was no movement in the corridor outside either. Strange, what was causing this unsettling feeling of palpitations?

Jimmy switched on the bedside lamp and, just to be safe, he put on his clothes and pants before moving slowly around the room to make sure his belongings were undisturbed and everything was in its place.

Standing by the bed with a furrowed brow, Jimmy glanced at the watch on the bedside table. It was only 2 a.m. What was going on? This was the first time he had ever been awoken by heart palpitations, it had never happened before.

After ensuring there was nothing wrong with the neighboring rooms and the hallway, Jimmy turned and sat on the bed, his gaze drifting left and right as he continued to scope out the vicinity. After waiting a few minutes and still noticing nothing out of the ordinary, Jimmy gave up and retracted his "Heart Eye." He decided not to sleep naked anymore and just rested against the headboard instead.

It was the first occurrence of palpitations, and he felt somewhat panicked. He had heard before that this kind of sixth sense usually indicated something was about to happen, and it was closely related to him, like an omen of his own fate or that of a family member. But in this world, he no longer had any family members. So, was it his own safety at stake?

Jimmy didn't turn off the light; the revolver remained in his right hand. He pondered over what could possibly be relevant to him that would trigger such a sixth sense, but coming up with nothing, he turned off the bedside lamp. It was too suspicious to have the light on so late at night.

After dozing against the headboard for a while, Jimmy's eyes snapped open again. With something on his mind, he couldn't relax or still his thoughts. He activated "Heart Eye Observation" once more, scanning the surroundings, but as before, from the moment he had woken up with palpitations to now, several minutes later, he found no irregularities. Yet, this normality only made Jimmy grow more anxious.

As his tension mounted incrementally, Jimmy couldn't hold back any longer. He got up, turned on the light, took a Bullet-Proof Vest out of his travel bag and put it on, hung the FBI badge around his neck, revolver in his right hand, six bullets in his left hand, and gently opened the door to peer outside.

It was about 3 a.m., and aside from the motel's sign and a light at the entrance, there were no street lights. The weather wasn't great, with heavy clouds obscuring the moonlight and darkening the surroundings.

Jimmy strained to see outside, but again found nothing unusual. It seemed maybe he was just too tense. Even if there were a problem, it wouldn't be here. After an hour without incident, everything probably was fine.

Jimmy withdrew to his room, closed the door, and engaged the safety lock, then laid back in bed with his Bullet-Proof Vest on and turned off the light to rest.

In the morning, the sound of cars woke Jimmy. He got up to check the room and found everything normal. It seemed like his nocturnal flurry of activity had been for nothing. Shaking his head, he took off his Bullet-Proof Vest and went to the washroom to clean up.

After getting himself together, Jimmy, as though moving house, loaded all his belongings into the Victoria Crown's trunk. He wasn't planning to check out but didn't feel secure and needed to keep his possessions with him.

He first stopped at the adjacent diner for a hamburger and a cup of coffee, finishing his meal beside his car, then went back inside to pack a lunch. His plan for the day was to check the remaining crime scenes. To save the hassle of back-and-forthing and to avoid wasting time, Jimmy decided to have a picnic by the river at midday.

He drove to Red River's bank, the site of the second incident. Several months had passed, and even the boat had been removed; there was nothing left.

As usual, Jimmy surveyed the area. It was evident that many people frequented this place, with numerous campfire marks along the riverbank. It appeared that the spot had been a popular camping and leisure destination that summer, yet no one had encountered any trouble.

Regretting his lack of foresight, Jimmy wished he had brought a fishing rod as the environment was perfect for whiling away the time fishing.

At the third case location, he handled things as before and found nothing underground. Standing there, Jimmy scanned his surroundings. From the third case's position, he could see the locations of the previous two incidents, suddenly feeling that something was wrong with this angle.

Grabbing a branch, Jimmy drew a map on the ground outlining the terrain and the positions of the crimes, sensing something awkward. He seemed to have an idea but couldn't quite articulate it.

Dusting off his hands, Jimmy stood up and returned to his car, driving back to the town sheriff's office.

Jimmy: "Sheriff Chad, do you have a map of the area? I need one with accurate scale."

Chad observed the dusty and weary Jimmy, clearly someone who had just come from a field investigation, with dirt visible on his jeans despite their sturdy fabric.

Chad nodded and retrieved a town map from a cabinet. Jimmy took it over to an empty table in the hall and pulled three bullets out of his pocket, placing them on the crime sites. With this more precise map, the relationship between the three points became clear. Apart from the second site being on the riverbank, the distance of the other two from the river's edge seemed to be similar. Because Red River made a bend at that point, Jimmy hadn't noticed it previously. Now, aligning them with the bend in the river on the map, he measured with his hand and found the distances from the two sites to the turn in the river were essentially identical.

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