Nick shook his head. “No offense, boss, but-what is it with you and serial killers? I’m starting to think you attract them the way honey attracts flies.”
“Honey isn’t the only thing that attracts flies,” said Grissom. “So do corpses.”
“Speaking of which,” said Greg, “Do we have an ID on LW yet?”
“No,” said Grissom. “His prints and DNA aren’t in the system. He didn’t leave anything behind that might indicate his true identity. Even though he claimed to be superior to the mass of humanity, in death he’s become as faceless and anonymous as any member of a beehive or ant colony. His history, his true motivations, will likely remain unknowable, as frustrating as that sounds.” He paused. “I suppose that, in the end, it’s what we leave behind that defines us.”
He nodded once, as if to himself, and then got up and left the room.
About the Author
DONN CORTEZ is the pseudonym for Don DeBrandt, who has authored several novels. He lives in Vancouver, Canada.
