A Watery Grave: The killer liked to watch them drown. First they gasped for breath--a big mistake, considering the hand that held them underwater. Then they thrashed about, putting up a tremendous fight. Why they bothered to struggle, the killer didn't know. For they all ended up the same: floating quietly, lifelessly, in the water. At peace at last. They were such fools not to have trusted the killer to know what was best for them...

A Crazed Killer: Dr. Dean Grant, head of Criminal Forensic Medicine, was Chicago's expert on serial killings. Corpses were his business; it was hia job to piece together the gruesome circumstances of death and dying from the physical evidence no matter how decayed or damaged, or, in this case, water-logged. This time the M.O. was death by drowning. And as Grant dissected the victims one by one, it was clear that he was dealing with a psychopath of the worst kind--the kind who would kill and kill again. Just for the pleasure of it.