"There are three things that our victims had in common, said Reynolds. They were all teammates, they were all murdered, and they were all used as replacements for Killarny at one time or another."

That last thought had crossed Ivory's mind a million times. But just as quickly she pushed it out of her mind.

"There was no way someone so loving, kind and tender, could be a serial killer" Ivory told herself.

"We have all ready ruled out the possibility of the murders being committed by another Combers player," said Ivory.

"Maybe you have, said Reynolds, sipping his tomato juice. But I haven't."

The waitress returned to the table with their food.

"Enjoy you're lunch", said Lulu before walking away.

"We will", replied Schurman.

"May I please have another tomato juice, please.?" asked Reynolds.

"Sure, answered Lulu. I'll be right back."

Reynolds reached across the table and plucked one of Ivory's mushrooms.

"Get your own mushrooms," scolded Ivory as she playfully poked him with her fork.

"Is everything okay"? asked Lulu, returning with Reynold's juice.

"We're fine now," replied Reynolds with a smile.

"I have my own theory, " said Ivory when the waitress had left.

"You've ruled out a fan"? interrupted Schurman, squeezing some lemon juice on his scallops.

"I still think its a fan, explained Ivory. Just not a Combers fan. I think it was a fan of either the Black Knights or Tomahawks."