Tom Drake woke with an irritable grunt as his usual 7am alarm burst into irritatingly chirpy life. The only reason he even got up this early was the knowledge the station would not open till early afternoon without him. He dressed, heading downstairs to make himself breakfast and a coffee. As he ate his phone suddenly rang, it was Dembski, the local pathologist.<br/><br/>"Tom, you're going to want to come down to the forest," Dembski said when he answered. "We've got another murder."<br/><br/>"I'm sure one of the deputies can deal with this," Tom replied between mouthfuls. "I've got admin to do this morning."<br/><br/>"You don't understand Tom," Dembski said. "This isn't just a murder, I think we have a serial killer on our hands."