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The warm liquid once again flooded into his mouth, spreading warmth through his body, opening his eyes wide, awakening his senses to the world around him. Myles loved coffee, especially when it was free. Jones scowled at him from behind his own coffee cup, as Myles smiled to himself.

"So.....they say its a shark tooth?" Jones said, saounding more confused than normal. He scoffed to himself. "What the fuck do they know anyways."

"They didn't say it was a shark tooth. Open your ears and pay attention once in a while. Jesus Christ. They said it resembled a shark tooth, but from the roots and root shafts, it appears to be from a human." Myles set his cup down and picked the tooth back up, shifting it between his fingers, analyzing it with scrupulous eyes. "Im not sure what we're dealing with here. Maybe someone had some kind of augmentation, or even surgery. I dont know how else to explain it."

"That could be right, but not augmentation or surgery. Evidently, this thing was actually connected by roots, and that means it was natural. Maybe it was filed down."

Myles thought that it was a plausible idea, but something still didn't add up. "Yeah, maybe." He said, quietly pondering things while Jones stared with waiting, curious eyes over his coffee. "If it was filed down though, how is it serrated?"

"If it was filed down by a proffessinal, the person might have the capacity and skill to do it." Jones was pulling for his argument now. He knew he was right.. Myles wasnt so sure.

"I dont know about that. Look at it this way. If you are going to go through the extreme pain that it would take to file down your own teeth, and then pay a skilled craftsmen to make them serrated...........I dont know....I just dont think you would take a chance at losing them, and if you did, you would think the perp would want to get it and have it put back in. It seems like a lot of money to just throw away. Then again....you could be completely right."

"Keep in mind what the crime scenes have looked like, Myles. This perp is a fucking freak, and obviously not right in the head."
"You got that right." Myles nodded his agreement. "Im not sure what we can do. This is what.....victim five or six now? We cant seem to make any headway."

"Well...." Jones said, contemplaiting their situation. "I guess the only thing we can bank on is that we wont have to wait long for another shot. This bastard's struck 5 people in the last week and a half. Its already been a day. I bet we have another one by tomorrow."

"You wont have to wait that long," a voice shouted over the steps. Myles and Jones both looked up to see a stocky, bald man with a beard approaching Jones' desk. He wasnt the tallest but his sheer girth in muscle made him an intimidating presence. The captain looked a little more than pissed off, walking swiftly and deliberately towards the two, carrying two files in his right hand. He slammed them on the desk in front of the two detectives. "Last night, the sick fuck killed a 23 year old girl. We just found her. Same M.O. as before. Goddammit, Myles you have to find something. You've been at this long enough to know that if this continues, the public will be up our asses so fast, we are gonna have to shit out our dicks. Get to it."

He turned and walked out, shaking his head.

"McCready is such a hard ass," Jones said.

"Just let it go. He's under a lot of stress. He knows we are doing everything we can. Lets hit it. I wanna check this out before the scene is trampled by the fucking press."

"Good call," Jones shouted behind Myles as he grabbed his coat and hurried out, trailing the old detective. "Lets pray we find something on this one."