It was one of the most gruesome crime scenes I'd ever seen in my 35 years as a homicide detective. A lifeless, headless Captain Crunch
sat perfectly posed at the kitchen table with a spoon in his hand.
The macabre scene was eerily familiar, as we had seen the same thing
last month at the residence of Tony the Tiger. I turned to my partner and said, "Joe, I think we might have a cereal killer on our hands."