"Ain't it ironic? To go the way of their victims?" Jackson walks over to a wall of metal drawers, sliding the corpse out with a graceless tug. "Found the sucker tossed into a trashcan about two days ago. To what end the culprit commits these acts? I have only conjectures."

Pulling up one of the arms, Jackson displays the minuscule needle-prick punctured above the radial artery. He lifts up the other arm, revealing the same wound above the radial.

"A hunter wouldn't go to such lengths-- not an efficient way of doing business. Revenge, perhaps? A friend or a relative of a victim returning the favor." A beat. "Or maybe it's a man hopin' to make a profit."