"The ones that fit her MO? Yeah. I mean, we had someone have a heart-attack that didn't come back, either. But that wasn't a part of this."

He rubs his hand down his face, moving them further away from the scene.

"I want you to do me a favor. Keep an eye on the Mayor's people. See if anyone comes in with sweats, dilated pupils, chemical burns on their hands. Wealthier people tend to indulge in it just as often as regular people, but learn better ways to weasel the fuck out of it."