"It's easier when people have easy to place markers," Shannon said. "Though this really isn't the time or place for a theological debate on the value or lack thereof of losing one's ears." With a mischievous grin, he continued, "I usually save that kind of deep discussion for the second date."

Shannon nodded, then reached inside of his coat. After a moment, he pulled out a business card and held it out for Delacroix to take. It was very plain, just a name, his precinct and extension number within the department. Nothing to say what his profession was, or what his qualifications might actually be. "We should have more information by tomorrow. Give me a call when you've got time and I'll give you the updated scoop. I'd rather have you putting out any of our findings than Avery or his ilk."