Tigress

"And why would someone try to take you out in the park yesterday?"
"It could have been almost anyone," I said. "It wasn't like it was a brilliant attempt, as far as they go."
"Wrong," Murphy said. "Not neat, but not stupid either. After you called earlier tonight, I snooped around."
I frowned at her. "You found something?"
"Yeah. Turns out that there have been two armed robberies in the past three days, first outside of Cleveland and then at a gas station just this side of Indianapolis, coming toward Chicago."
"That doesn't sound out of the ordinary."
"No," Murphy said. "Not unless you throw in that in both cases, someone was grabbed at the scene and abducted, and both times the video security broke down just as the robbery started. Eyewitnesses in Indiana identified the perpetrator as a woman."
I whistled. "Sounds like our ghoul, then."
Murph nodded, her lips pressed together. "Any chance those people she grabbed are alive?"
I shook my head. "Not likely. She probably ate them. A ghoul can go through forty or fifty pounds of meat a day. She'll put whatever's left someplace where animals can get to it, cover her tracks."
She nodded. "I figured. The pattern matches several incidents over the past twenty years. It took me a while to piece it together, but something similar has happened three times in connection with the operations of a contract killer who calls herself the Tigress. A friend at the FBI told me that they suspect her of a number of killings in the New Orleans area and that Interpol thinks she's pulled jobs in Europe and Africa, too."


Summer Knight Chapter 18, Page 219-220