I didn't say anything about it to Ericson, but kept a corner of my eye on the car.
"Right," Ericson said.
"The Lobo killings. They started last month, one night before the full moon. We had a couple of gangbangers torn to pieces down at Rainbow Beach. At first, everyone figured it for an animal attack. Bizarre, but who knew, right? Anyway, it was weird, so they handed the investigation to me."
"All right," I said.
"What happened then?"
"The next night, it was a little old lady walking past Washington Park. Killed the same way. And it just wasn't right, you know? Our forensics guys hadn't turned up anything useful, so I asked in
the FBI. They've got access to resources I can't always get to. High-tech forensics labs, that kind If thing."
"And you let the djinni out of the bottle," I guessed.
