Max's brow lifted at the name, or more at the whole explanation. He leaned back in the chair a little more; he knew the file, so he didn't need to see it again. He glanced over at the day's paper, nothing important was in it, which bothered him.
"It's not what we normally think of as serial killers. Tea room as the first stop? The women? They're just now talking about it, or even bothering with calling Frank in? They called the only city's p.i. - which is fucked that he's the only one - they called him in because they weren't able to even catch a break." He sighed softly; his hand lifted to brush over his hair before putting setting the fedora back in place.
"I would say the next address that isn't marked out on the list." He shrugged. "Don't think so, but that's what everything's saying right now."