Inspectors Beaulieu and Rhyu walked into Captain Ronald Miller's office to brief him on the Lopez case. Ronald Miller was a 25-year veteran of the San Francisco Police Department. The man may have been 47 years old, but appeared all of 57 years, living the hard life and drinking too much alcohol. Captain Miller had allowed his midsection to expand well beyond the waistband of his department store business suit. The jacket hung from a coat rack in the back corner of his office and the pit stains on his white shirt gave evidence to the California sunshine. The blue and white diagonal striped silk tie pulled loose at the neck to allow to flow into his neck.<br/><br/>Captain Miller snuffed the Marlboro cigarette in its ashtray as the two police inspectors entered the room. They informed the Captain about what they had found. "So far, no real leads, but we're following up on the corpse with the coroner's office and then with Mr. Lopez' doctor and Narcotics Anonymous sponsor."<br/><br/>"Who did Nolan send?" the Captain asked.<br/><br/>"A young woman, named Robin Miller. Any relation?" Joe asked.<br/><br/>"No," the Captain responded hastily. "At least, not that I am aware of. Maybe it is her husband's name?"<br/><br/>"Yea, it's possible," Joe responded. "We're going to head over to one of their NA meetings tomorrow night to see if we can catch a break. Is there anything else you need us to do?"<br/><br/>"No," Captain Miller answered. "You gentlemen keep doing what you are doing. Keep me posted."<br/><br/>As Sam and Joe rose from their seats to leave, Sam's cell phone rang. It was the Coroner's office. "Speak of the devil. That was Doctor Miller. She has something for us. Talk to you later, Captain." The two inspectors walked out of the Captain's office and headed to the Coroner's office.<br/><br/>As they entered the morgue, with its sterile appearance and clean smell in the air, they found Doctor Robin Miller, clipboard in hand, overlooking the corpse of Mister Gabriel Lopez. Her first statement caught Joe off guard. He was expecting to hear the obvious cause of death. But no,<span style="font-style: italic">"Mister Lopez did not die as a result of a drowning. He was dead before he hit the water...."</span>Joe was visibly taken aback while Sam appeared to expect this news. It was no surprise to him. They both listened to what she had to say with a keen interest.<br/><br/>The coroner showed them drag marks on the back of the victim's leg indicating that someone dumped his body into the bay. There was no surprise that any possibility of DNA evidence had been washed away. That was always a concern when pulling a corpse out of the Bay.<br/><br/>Joe and Sam listened to Doctor Miller's report. She was brief and to the point,<span style="font-style: italic">"I can tell you that Mister Lopez had been a long time drug user. He has the tell tale signs..."</span>She pointed out the needle marks on his arms and that he, like their supervisor looked older than he really was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Pending the tox screen results, I'm going to say that Mister Gabriel Lopez died under suspicious circumstances."</span>The new Coroner was thorough, yet succinct, not wasting time with unnecessary issues. Joe knew he was going to like working with her. Joe asked her how long it would take for the tox screen results  and got the usual response of two to five days depending on how backed up the lab was.<br/><br/>"Thanks Doc. I'll check back with you later and if you find anything sooner, call me," Joe and Sam walked outside and headed for the Charger,<span style="font-style: italic">Matilda</span>.<br/><br/>The car headed north towards North Beach. "Let's go have dinner at Joe's Crab Shack on Jefferson," Joe spoke to Sam.<br/><br/>"Sounds good, I could go for some steamed clams," Sam piped up.<br/><br/>"You eat that? Looks like snot, if you ask me."<br/><br/>"You don't know what you're missing. It's delicious. Add some garlic butter flavoring and you have a fine dinner. I think that is exactly what I'm going to have." Sam was already salivating over his future dinner entree.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: blue;background:blue;"/></div><br/><br/>The next day, Matilda rolled past Alta Plaza Park on Jackson St. The two detectives were fairly quiet. They worked a swing shift, allowing them to come on at Noon and work until eight PM or whatever their case load demanded. They would be on duty when they stopped by the NA meeting that evening. The radio dispatcher broke the silence of their ride, "Sierra five, from dispatch."<br/><br/>Inspector Rhyu pulled the hand set to his mouth, "go for Sierra five."<br/><br/>"Sierra five, could you go to Golden Gate Yacht Club? We have a report of another code 62 washing ashore," The dispatcher spoke over the radio. "Apparently Thurston Howell III spotted something floating in the water near the Wave Organ. See Golden Gate division inspector Wells on the scene. He says, you should take a look."<br/><br/>"Roger that, Sierra five is enroute," Sam Rhyu responded over the radio. He gave Joe a side look, "another one? This can't be a coincidence. Not this soon."<br/><br/>"Maybe the killer is using the Bay as a dumping ground. Yesterday's catch landed at Black Point Battery and today, Golden Gate Yacht Club. For all we know there could be several more bodies hidden under the waves." Sam had the queasy feeling in his stomach and it had nothing to do with the clams he ate the night before.<br/><br/>As the navy blue Charger pulled up to the point, next to Inspector Wells, vehicle a Golden Gate Division patrol man stopped them to check their identification. Sam and Joe stepped from the car and approached the older police inspector. "Hello Cliff," Joe spoke as he held out his hand.<br/><br/>The balding forty-ish police inspector shook Joe's hand, "Long time no see, Joe. I called you over to take a look at this. I read your initial report on the Latin American fellow you pulled out of the Bay yesterday. This one looks similar."<br/><br/>They inspector found a young woman, appearing in her early 30s wearing jeans and a flower blouse. Her shoes were missing and no purse. Inspector Wells spoke as Joe and Sam looked the corpse over, "We found petechial hemorrhaging on her face and conjunctiva of the eyes. Her throat has bruising around the carotid artery, but no defensive wounds. She has no identification on her, appears to be a Jane Doe."<br/><br/>Sam asked the question, "what is petechial hemorrhaging?"<br/><br/>Inspector Wells was accustomed to younger officers not knowing more technical terms and field the question casually, "it is when blood vessels under the skin rupture. It is a form of internal bleeding. It leaves those red spots on her face there." He pointed to the signs of petechial hemorrhage on the woman's face. "It is usually a sign of someone who has suffered asphyxiation."<br/><br/>"Our victim yesterday, had no signs of trauma. Is this the same killer? or a different killer with a different MO?" Sam thought alowed.<br/><br/>"You guys want to handle this as a separate case?" Inspector Wells asked.<br/><br/>"No, Cliff. We'll take this one too. I will be sure to update you on what we find. Thanks for calling us in on this one." Joe looked at the dead woman strewn across the rocks. "Sam, call dispatch. Send the ME and the meat wagon. I'm going to call the dive team. Get them into the Bay. It is fairly wide swath of water out there. If this is a killer's dumping ground, there could be more bodies out there."<br/><br/>"It is worth a shot," Inspector Wells commented.<br/><br/>The three inspectors continued to look the area over and the body for any possible signs or evidence. The woman would be known as Jane Doe until any more evidence could be found. They also waited for the Medical Examiner to arrive.