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“The windows prop open and have to be pulled shut,” I said. “But it was shut—even though it wasn’t latched. I doubt he climbed out, hovered for long enough to push it closed, and then plummeted down.”
Crawford frowned. “No way the wind could have pushed it closed?”
“I don’t think it’s likely.”
“Well then, we’ll treat it like a homicide unless some other evidence to the contrary comes along.”
I gave a slow nod as I stepped back out into the hallway. “It’s a funny coincidence too ...”
“What’s that?”
I looked up as Jill exited the elevator with her case in her hand and camera slung around her neck.
“Bitch, you suck,” she grumbled with a good-natured gleam in her eye. “Two scenes for the price of one?”
“I hate for you to get bored,” I replied. “And can you please collect a sample of the dirt at the base of the window?”
She nodded and proceeded on in, too used to me to question any of my strange requests. But Crawford gave me a funny look.
“What’s so special about the dirt?” he asked.
“I don’t know if there is,” I replied glibly. “But the rest of the floor seems pretty clean, so it might be from the attacker’s shoes. Can’t hurt to collect it.”
He seemed content with the answer, to my relief. “So, what’s a funny coincidence?” he asked, dragging me back to the subject from before Jill arrived.
“Oh, right. Well, the reporting person is Roger Peeler, who also happens to be the drummer in Lida Moran’s band.” Too bad I couldn’t tell him about the fact that I was fairly positive that Lida and Vic were attacked by the same sort of creature.
“What about the victim? Any connection there?”
“Not that I know of,” I replied. “But I haven’t had a chance to look it into yet.” I then explained how Roger was in the habit of using Vic’s private gym.
“Hunh. That’s interesting.” He pursed his lips, silent for several heartbeats. “It looks like you have a lot of digging ahead of you.”
“Yay. Woo,” I replied, deadpan.
“Don’t bitch about digging,” Jill said from across the room as she snapped pictures. “I’m the one who was asked to pick up dirt.”
Crawford glanced at me. “Is she always such a whiner?”
“Always,” I said with a deep sigh. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I heard that!” Jill mock-snarled.
He chuckled. “I think I need to leave before this gets bloody.”
“Smart man. I’m going to go through the office and see if anything leaps out as a motive,” I said.
“Sounds good,” he said. “I’ll see about talking to others in the building.”
“Can you check and see if there’s any video surveillance?” I wasn’t too confident that there would be. The building was old and decrepit, and I seriously doubted that any of the cameras still functioned properly.
“Will do.” He turned to head out.
“Oh, and Sarge ... ?”
He pivoted back to me while I put on my best hopeful /pleading expression.
“Kara, that expression doesn’t work on you,” he said with a glower. “It looks like you have gas. Just tell me how you want to add to my workload.”
