[ WP ] Peter Pan is a serial killer who uses pixie dust to cause little children to jump off windows in the hopes of being able to fly .

Hook kept to himself in the police escort on the way to the scene, and his thoughts inevitably went to his hand. He looked to the rear view mirror, and noticed that the driver was eyeing him cautiously. 
 
 `` You know why they call me Hook, son?'' asked the Captain. He had been in the service for 21 years, and no one questioned his authority. He needed to keep up with his charade, so he enjoyed toying with his men. 
 
 `` N-no, sir. I mean, yes, sir. T-They say your - hand,'' the driver swallowed, `` -was... cut off.'' 
 
 `` Aye! Bitten off by a beast of monstrous size, deep in the waters of the Floridian Keys. That's what you get for playing with fate, boy. One hand - gone.'' Hook grinned, and pulled his right sleeve back with his left hand. Where a hand should have been, there was a sharpened, glistening metal hook. The driver shrunk back, scared out of his mind, into his seat and focused on the road ahead. It had started to rain. 
 
 As they arrived, Hook leapt out and hurried to the scene of the crime. He did n't want the rain to damage the scene any further than these nitwits already had. He surveyed the area. The rain, as he had correctly guessed, had washed away all the blood. He called out. 
 
 `` Smee! Bring me my hat! It's too damn cold and wet out here.'' 
 
 The detective bustled over, and pulled a large, ostentatious pilgrim-like hat. Hook snatched it from Smee's hands and planted it firmly upon his hairy scalp. 
 
 `` Report, Smee.'' 
 
 As the detective spilled out details of the heinous crime, Hook noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. Surreptitiously peering closer at it, he realized what he was look at. A silhouetted man, dressed up all in green, crouching behind the chimney of the house next door. Hook grinned. He had found his lead.
