Jim took a swallow of cold coffee and shuddered. Even hot police coffee was nasty stuff. He'd read through the rest of the wendigo book; there wasn't much more to go on than they already had. Wendigo had appetites that expanded as they ate. They didn't plan on becoming monsters, it was a consequence of their hunger. The same with most criminals Jim had met. Few people planned on being bad.

"What am I missing?" he said.

"Sleep?" Marie sat on a desk. "You aren't any good to ...