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We’ve already found human flesh in some gullets.”
    “Jesus Christ.”
    “Or whatever deity you might name.” He moved to a sink to rinse blood and God knew what off his sealed hands. “Your on-scene speculation on COD on these three and the TOD established are accurate. Opinion?”
    “Please.”
    “Specific COD in these cases won’t matter as much as what turned these very likely ordinary people savage. Stabbings, beatings, gashing, chokings, the broken or crushed bones and skulls. It’s an ugly variety pack, Dallas.”
    “We still need them, every one.”
    “Understood.”
    Curiously, she lifted the right hand of number three, studied thewide, deep gash. “A wound like this should’ve made him scream like a baby, drop the glass.”
    “Should have, yes.”
    “I need tox reports, as many and as quickly as possible.”
    “Also understood. We’ve been rushing them as we go. The lab’s not pleased with us, or you.”
    “Fuck Dickhead and the horse he rode in on.”
    Morris’s lips curved with a combination of amusement and sympathy. “He’s suffering from a broken heart, I’m told.”
    “He’s suffering from shitheaditis most of the time.”
    “Unfortunately true. In any case he and several of his key people have come in to work it, and we have the initial reports on some that expand on what I’ve been able to process.
    “Down and dirty?” he asked after a pause. “Or scientific and complex?”
    “D&D, for now.”
    “Every sample from every victim so far processed shows traces of a complicated cocktail of chemicals—in the nasal passages, on the skin, in the mouth and throat, and in the blood.”
    “They breathed it in. It’s airborne.”
    “They breathed it in,” Morris agreed. “You have that cocktail—a bastardization of Zeus, LSD in a heightened form, one I’ve never come across. Add in Rush, peyote, synthetic adrenaline and testosterone, and an element or two I can’t identify, not clearly.”
    “That’s not a cocktail. It’s a freaking stew.”
    “Yes, you’re right. Stew’s more accurate. Measured, mixed, and cooked,” he murmured, “into a quick-acting virus. In my opinion this strange recipe could cause someone to hallucinate with strong and violent reactions.”

    Eve turned to Victim One: Joseph Cattery, she remembered. What was left of him. “You think?”
    He smiled a little. “The D&D of it? Exposure to such a combination of substances would make a subject bat-shit crazy. I have to assume the elements I’ve been unable to pin down are responsible, at least partially so, for how quickly it infects.”
    “It doesn’t last long. The time line’s giving it about twelve minutes running time.”
    “Time enough. How it was released, how whoever released it escaped the results—if indeed he did—and why the symptoms reversed in a relatively short amount of time? Those are beyond my scope, at least at this point.”
    “Released into the air?” Inside, she thought. People in and out, a couple arguing as they left.
    Infected?
    “No one’s reported seeing a cloud of bat-shit crazy descending,” she told him. “Into the air, carried on it, infecting by inhalation and touch? On two levels, into closed areas like the kitchen, the restrooms. But not outside, as far as we know. Who thinks of this shit?”
    “That would be your area, or Mira’s. I can tell you these three people were reasonably healthy when they woke up this morning. All three had consumed alcohol and eaten within twenty minutes of death. None shows previous signs of illegals abuse. All have offensive and defensive wounds.”
    “What about the brains.” She jutted her chin toward the one still patiently waiting. “When we dealt with those suicides through mind control, the vics had a kind of burn on the brain.”
    “Nothing here.” He moved to the comp, brought up the completed analyses. “Not on these three or any DBs I’ve gotten reports on. We’llrun more tests, but at this point it