My ringing cell phone jars me awake. I dig it out of my pocket and see it's Kurtis from the medical examiner's office. It's a little after six in the morning.

"Just got the tox back on your latest and its positive for ketamine."

"Fuck," I whisper into my quiet house.

"That was my response too. We knew from the wounds that we're dealing with the same killer and this pretty much confirms it."

"Thanks, Kurtis."

"Sorry, Linc."

I lean back and prop my ...