Sugar
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Its a shame we didnt see more of the real John Sugar.
You cant ever just observe.
You will inevitably receive love.
And why is this extraterrestrial special-op Polyglot Society trying to stop one of their own from finding her?
Sugar wakes up in the motel room, human face back on.
Melanies already awake and demanding explanations.Id like to tell her everything,Sugar thinks.But I cant.
Not ever.He sort of holds to that.
Were just here to observe, he tells her.
Thats our only mission.
By the time they reach Henry Thorpes classroom, hes nowhere to be seen.
Thats not who we are.
Time to get to the bottom of all this down-and-dirty gangster shit his people seem to be involved in.
Wouldnt you know it?
The mission is over.
Theyre all being called back.
Exit plans are underway.
In a day or so, everyone in the room will be off planet.
Nice try, says Sugar.
Hes not going back until he finds Olivia.
A woman who some people in this room mysteriously and unmistakably dont want me to find!
Henry breaks the tension just as Sugar demands they tell him where Olivia is.
Were leaving, so what does it matter, he tells the others.
That seems to be enough to hold them off as he takes Sugar into another room.
After all this, its an address, Sugar says.
But theres one last killer to face before Sugar finds Olivia trapped under the basement stairs.
The humans have found out about them.
Powerful people, as Henry put it.
Theyve stayed too long.
Its time to go home.
I kept running through these thoughts, Sugar had told Henry earlier that night.
Im in danger; hes a bad man; maybe its justice.
Or at least, justified.
Having tasted the raw desire to take life in full, Sugar decides hes had enough.
Our killer takes himself out instead, and Sugar finds Olivia under the basement stairs.
The woman is found, but the case remains unresolved, if not unsolved.
John Sugar has mere hours to tie up loose ends.
Some questions will be answered, and some micro-mysteries will inevitably go unanswered.
Or some humming patch of occupied sky above L.A.
