It was normal for bodies to be found bloody and battered in a town full of psychiatric patients, but as Lisa stood on the edge of the towering, limestone cliff of Cadaver Coast staring down at the 11th corpse that week only one thought came to mind; she was going to catch the murderer and she was going to make that they would spend their last night staring at a damp cell before waking up to a rope around their and with a gruesome crack their feet would drop and their last meal would slide down their legs, and that was a promise.
