The Stewmaker (No.161) S1E4

Send an Encrypted Message to the Men

Ah, Episode 4 — “The Stewmaker.” Now there’s a name that brings back the aromatic sting of chemical solvents and poor decisions.

Let me tell you about this man. A chemist by training, an artist by pathology — The Stewmaker is not your run-of-the-mill cleaner. He doesn’t just dispose of bodies, he erases them. Dissolves them into nothing. No teeth, no fingerprints, no trace. A perfect ghost maker. He keeps a scrapbook, you know. Photos of every victim, as if they were cherished pets or well-aged wines. It’s enough to make even the most jaded cartel enforcer lose his lunch.

And wouldn’t you know it, Agent Keen finds herself face-to-face with this monstrous curator after a routine investigation goes sideways — or perhaps perfectly to plan, depending on your vantage point. Now, you know me, I’m not one to let someone I mildly tolerate become acid soup in a motel bathtub. So I did what any reasonable fugitive with a moral code and a global weapons cache would do: I orchestrated a rescue. Violins, explosions, the usual symphony.

In the end, Lizzy learns that sometimes justice doesn’t wear a badge — sometimes it wears a bespoke suit, sips fine whiskey, and drops a man headfirst into his own vat of destiny. And me? I get another name crossed off the list. One monster down, a few hundred to go.