"I need to look over those tox findings myself," Kevin murmured as he rubbed the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "I've heard stories about new shit out there that is hard to detect when you test for it, but it's there all the same. Drugs that make the victim more... pliable, as it were. The newer the breed of killer you deal with, the more likely it is he's using something we've just not heard of yet." He glanced up from his musings to squint at her. "Fischer, right? You know if anybody gave Giordano the heads up yet?"
He snorted at the distance Dan kept between himself and the crime scene. "Come on in, Danny-Boy! Water's fine." He strode over to him, giving a glance back at the scene once he'd reached him. "Figures. Chances are this is gonna be a John Doe situation. I don't mind that as much as you'd think. What I do mind is what I'm sure you're just dying to throw in my face." He smiled dryly. "Not a chick, which means the pattern of him dealing mostly with women just got shaken up again. Plus, this guy is far from famous or well-known. Don't think I didn't notice."