"Calm down Dembski," Tom said as the pathologist was pacing back and forth, neither caring to check whether Faith had entered the room yet. "Take a breath, tell me exactly what you've found."<br/><br/>"Remember I couldn't identify the murder weapon?" the pathologist asked.<br/><br/>"I remember searching for weeks for a knife that matched it, sure."<br/><br/>"Yeah, well it turns out it's not a knife we're looking for," Dembski said, pinning a picture of the latest victim on the wall. It was an arm covered in scratches. "I may not be a vet but I should've spotted claw marks a mile off."<br/><br/>"So we've got a wild animal loose in the forest?" Tom asked.<br/><br/>"If we do I want to meet this critter," Dembski replied. "I'll double check the database but I can't find anything that remotely matches those marks, certainly not that would be found anywhere around these parts. I've seen fully grown male lions with smaller claws than this thing apparently has."