Conceptually, We Only Find Them When They’re Dead is strong. The first issue featured some of Ewing’s best writing ever, and the art by Simone Di Meo is stunning to behold. This issue loses the debut’s urgency in multiple ways, though, with a narrative that cuts back and forth between two timelines over and over here, draining the forward movement from the story. While the artwork is as beautiful as ever, the sheer amount of close-ups paired with the two timelines here make this a confusing, disorienting read that wears on the reader’s patience far more than it intrigues. Di Meo’s art is absolutely gorgeous from beginning to end, but there needs to be an effort to let the reader get a sense of where they are and who is involved in the scene before cutting to extreme, constant tight shots.