"What the hell?" Dr Nicola Hill dug her gloved fingers in the corpse's open cavity, the blue latex stained with crimson blood. "Simon, have you seen this?" She glanced at her assistant, who was sitting at his desk across the room.

Without looking up, Simon shook his head before pushing his blond hair back out of his eyes. He stayed fixated on the file in front of him, a blue pen swaying between his fingers.

"Are you even listening to me?"

He shook his head again. "Nope."

His superior rolled her eyes. "Come and look at this."

"Nick," Simon groaned, finally meeting her gaze, "what is it?"

"I don't know," she retorted, dropping her small forceps into the tray beside her to be met with a sharp ting as metal hit metal, "that's why I need you."

Simon sighed, tossing his pen onto his desk and sauntering over. "What, Nick?"

Nick held out her hand, and they both stared at the three masses in her latex-covered palm. Simon grabbed at the box of gloves and hastily pulled one on, poking his finger at the firm ivory clumps. "Oh my god," he breathed, leaning closer. "Where were they?"

"His stomach," Nick answered, her own threatening to lurch.

Simon glanced up before back to Nick's palm. "We need to call Lowe."

Detective Kieran Lowe held the evidence bag higher towards the light, peering through the clear plastic that was dotted with blood. "Where did you find these again?" he asked, pressing one of the masses between his thumb and forefinger, feeling no give.

"In his stomach," Nick and Simon replied in unison before frowning at each other.

Kieran turned to them, dropping the evidence bag onto the cloth-covered corpse. "Do we have an ID?" He dusted off his hands before shoving them into the pockets of his black trousers.

"On him or the teeth?" Nick asked, grabbing her chart and lifting the top page, skimming over the words.

Kieran's brows knitted together as his eyes darted back to the corpse. "They're not his?"

Nick shook her head. "Nope. He has a full set. Perfect too. Seems like some sort of trust fund kid, but right now, he's a John Doe."

Detective Lowe sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "We're gonna have to call in the big guns."

"Why?" Nick's brows furrowed into a frown.

"Because he's back."

Simon exchanged a glance with Nick. "Who?" they both asked.

Lowe looked up. "Reporters stupidly ran with the name 'the Tooth Fairy'. But the station dubbed him something else twenty years ago; Bite Feeder."