San Francisco — 1985 Fear

Another body has been found. It is that of a young woman. She had been returning late from a class, cutting across the campus of San Francisco State University to her dorm. She is not gay, but bears the marks of The Castro Killer; the punctures, the lack of blood and the indentation of a chain, delicate as a whisper, round her neck

She is the first victim, except for Jackson, who had not been returning from a bar. All patterns have been broken. The killings have no logic. There is no way to predict who may be next.