Piper's stunned remark did not go unnoticed by Carver, but the man's worked hands kept at their business until it was completed. With the last photograph placed, the man attentively brushed his hands clean against the fabric of his pants. It was a subconscious behavior, the sort of thing where one just felt unclean looking at these pictures.

"No, wolves don't."

Carver said nothing else, looking to Chris who followed up with as much as one could expect from him. Right to business, but at least in this environment that had a purpose. The man was unhinged, enough to threaten sheriff's deputies and threaten women who worked on his car, but whatever, his work ethic was what counted. Jennings didn't have that sort of expertise damn near anywhere else - other doctors and veterinarians were too uninitiated to it all. 

[i]“There’s two ways we can do this: I can tell you what didn’t kill the victim we see in front of us, or I can give you some theories on what it might have been. One will leave room for your own guessing, and the other may throw my authenticity as a professional into the question.”[/i]

"It's us here," Carver motioned among the small, quiet and mostly cramped old storage room, "Even if we did try to bring up to anyone questions of your ability, there's not a single person here credible enough to make that stick."

The other man kept right to the point, stepping around the table with a sigh and proving to scratch his neck. Stepping out the way, Carver's boots and placement came to a stop in the corner, folding his arms again and looking to the woman. Her expression still was a mixture of bizarre fascination and gruesome exposure. For her, there existed a subtle nagging, something uncannily familiar to all of this. It led to dark places, darker memories yet, but the entire ordeal just didn't sit right and the more she examined the photographs, the more that dug into her person.

[i]"Either way, I don’t think anyone is going to like where this is going.”[/i] Chris said, receiving a nod out of Carver.

"Before Cutter finds his way here with whatever new conspiracy theory he's dug up out of his cave, give us your [i]real[/i] opinion. We're all in agreement it's not wolves. It isn't rabid, bloodthirsty, mountain chimps either. I'm no expert on this, but I can tell you this isn't as much a mess as it should be."

His finger reaching out, he tapped one of the pictures in which one of the victims was found to have been bitten repeatedly, bathed in saliva and almost licked clean in messy, bloody streaks. The sort of imagery that suggested some sort of perverse fascination with the crime and its violence, like it was a rush. Two virtually identical killings offered up a pattern, too. An identity the killer had and a certain set of interests.

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