Dead Mans Float

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 his 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.