Joe noted the damage done to the woman's nostrils from drug use, upon the medical examiner's observation. "It appears the only connection between Mr. Lopez and Jane Doe here is the drug addiction." Joe had been squatting down smoking a cigarette looking at the woman. He stood up, looked at Sam, "we're heading to that Narcotics Anonymous meeting tonight for damn sure." Then he looked at the ME, "thank you Dr. Miller. I'll be in touch later today. I am curious to see what the divers come up with."<br/><br/>With these words out there on the air, like the odor of the sea, Joe's phone began to ring. The smell of the bay, the salt spray in the air, the aquatic life in this region all leant themselves to that sea smell, filling the lungs. "Inspector Beaulieu," he spoke into the phone. There were several seconds of pause then, "OK, thank you. Let me know if you find anything. out."<br/><br/>Joe looked at Inspector Wells and Rhyu. "The dive team are going out at 1600. They are apparently busy until then. Lunch?"<br/><br/>"Yea, might as well," Sammy responded.<br/><br/>"Come with me to Mamacita's on Chestnut?" Inspector Wells invited his two peers to lunch.<br/><br/>"Sure Cliff." Joe responded. "How about you, Doctor Miller? Care to have lunch with us working stiffs?"<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: blue;background:blue;"/></div><br/><br/>Later that afternoon, Joe and Sam found themselves driving along a pier at what was formerly known as Fort Mason. Now a series of restaurants and shops selling artistic endeavors and trinkets inhabit the former dockside warehouses.<br/><br/>Sam could tell his partner was feeling just a bit antsy. He really wasn't any closer to figuring out how Gabriel Lopez and this morning's Jane Doe died and it frustrated him desperately. He needed to know what was going on. The Dive team's delay only heightened his frustration. But they were out there now. They were in the water. He sat helplessly from shore watching their naval craft bob in the waves of San Francisco Bay.<br/><br/>"What do you think, Sam? You think Lopez and Jane Doe were the only ones?" Joe asked his partner, looking out at the Bay with arms folded, a cigarette hanging from his lips.<br/><br/>"Na, I'd say there is a few more out there under the water?" Sam offered something.<br/><br/>"A<span style="font-style: italic">few</span>more? I'd say a dozen was a conservative estimate. I just wished he'd call for Pete sake."<br/><br/>Right on cue, his cell phone rang out. He quickly pulled it out, "Inspector Beaulieu."<br/><br/>Sam listened to the one sided conversation. Joe mentioned their location and acquired that grim look he gets when things were bad. Then he hung up.<br/><br/>"Well!?" Sam looked at his partner. "What did they say?!"<br/><br/>"It isn't good, Sam," Joe mustered. As they stood their, a small waterborne craft puttered toward them. Within ten minutes, the light craft was tying up alongside the pier.  The young Police Lieutenant he just spoke with on the phone clambered up onto the dock clad in a wet suit. They could see the man had recently been underwater based on the dampness of his suit.<br/><br/>"I'm Lieutenant Hawkins. You must be inspector Beaulieu?" the six foot four inch African American Police diver introduced himself to the two SFPD Inspectors.<br/><br/>They shook hands. "Yes sir. What have you found?"<br/><br/>"Well, the bay is getting busy with corpses lately. I was somewhat surprised by what we found. So far, we have uncovered twenty-one corpses and believe there may be more. They are all in various stages of decay," Lieutenant Hawkins spoke to the two. "We are doing our best to preserve the remains, but the water has damaged the older ones and the wildlife hasn't been easy on them either. Most of the corpses  appear to have suffered from shark bites. I can 't recall the last time sharks were as abundant as they are today in the Bay. It is like a fuckin' shark convention down there."<br/><br/>"Holy shit," Joe muttered. "Thank you very much Lieutenant. Can you get these corpses to the Coroner's office? I am very curious to have these remains looked over as soon as possible. I'll call Dr. Nolan to give him a heads up."<br/><br/>"Sure thing, Inspector. We'll get right on it."<br/><br/>Joe and Sam walked back to Matilda. They climbed into the Dodge Charger. Joe lit up another cigarette. "Can you fucking believe that, Sam? Twenty-one Goddamn corpses. Whoever is doing this has been quite busy."<br/><br/>Before leaving the pier, Joe dialed Dr. Nolan's Office to let them know the dive team would be bringing in several more corpses related to the last two they pulled out of the Bay. Joe asked Dr. Nolan to give him a call once the corpses arrived. They wanted CSI to photograph the remains and collect any information they could on the clothing prior to the Coroner's office performing their autopsies.