Kate leaned forward, interested. She'd been considering trying to organize some kind of police force, but she hadn't quite decided how to go about it. She ignored the little voice in the back of her mind that said her restlessness and cabin fever might be influencing the decision a bit too much, and grinned at Westen.

"I'm in. I talked a bit to Dodson, but I haven't heard any more from her. But I think you're right. We've had one murder already. It's just a matter of time before something else happens."