"Yeah." Klaus swallows hard, jaw working as he reaches for his coffee. It is good to know that families will have closure, but he isn't sure that he'll be able to relax again until the asshole is off the streets.

"He was taller than me by an inch or so. A white guy, pale. Smelled like cheap aftershave," Klaus says, eyes closed as he thinks back to those few seconds of consciousness when the man grabbed him. His head turns to the side, eyes still closed, and he remembers a glint of gold. "He had a gold wedding band on."

He opens his eyes and looks at Hopper again. "I've asked some of my own contacts to keep an eye on the site and report back." He smiles placidly. "But don't worry. Your guys won't even know that they're there."