The Artist doesn't surface when Marissa does, or at all in the area they're looking in. His driving toward Gotham Harbor was not a random move.
The re-breather he'd hidden in the car allows him five minutes of air before he has to rely on his own reserves.
He swims south, then west, down to the far end of the pier, slipping silently out of the water. He flicks open his switchblade and silently makes his way back toward the women.
He's going to kill both of the tonight and finish his masterpiece.
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