It was as if Time had deserted and dropped him into oblivion before continuing its march into the future away from the scrap of existence known as... There was a question lingering in his mind but refusing to surface. Known as what? A tear ran down the side of his face for he had lost the thing that set him apart in the world from all other things. Detective Billie Joe Dykstra and Detective Jose Hanson stood over the table looking at the meal sitting in front of the body. They could hear the noise in the background of policemen relishing the succulent food left simmering in the kitchen. It was a repeat of a time gone past. A serial killer left behind meals to "die for" and no clues. The cad had been tracked down and killed. The method of operation of the current killer was the same. Jose's gut told him to beware for only time would tell how many meals would be served and how many would die.