He can't even remember his own name, let alone the nature of his assignment or how to complete it.
When the purple line is near the bottom of the chart, her intuitive powers are at their lowest.
So why not put Hillary on the dunking stool? It's there, in the caldera of a supervolcano at the edge of the tundra, he suspects many of the answers he so desperately needs might be hidden.
Not enough podcasts are just people talking with no real purpose.
But when a local property developer shows up dead, 'The Thursday Murder Club' finds themselves in the middle of their first live case.
As the train bearing Simon Travers pulls up to the platform, a piercing scream rises over the screech of its brakes.