He dug his graves by hand with a smile. He hunted, and hunted, and hunted, day in and day out. He loved what he did. He loved to kill. Cole hunted, too. He hunted Ingram and the monsters like him. Cole’s hunger was wreathed in statistics and covered by a badge—and he didn’t stalk victims, he stalked behavioral patterns, plucked personality profiles out of the detritus left behind when a murderer moved on, discarded his victim and his scene, and slunk away. But there was still that craving inside him, a hunger that echoed Ingram’s. He wanted to catch the Ian Ingrams of the world.
