A psychic performing in a nightclub knows suspiciously specific details about a string of arson fires. He insists he's innocent of the crimes and wants only to help capture the real arsonist. Can he overcome Ironside's ironclad skepticism?
Did You Know?
You know what you and I do? We pry into people's lives. We both get paid for it. But that's where the similarity ends, because you can decide what you want to know. When you don't want to think about it, just put it in a manila folder and close it, and there it stays, out of your mind until you're ready for it again. I have no choice in the things I learn. I can't put them in some manila folder out of my mind. They stay.