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“You feds are rubbing off on me.”
“About damn time. So did you want to hit the rehearsal tonight?”
Grimacing, I glanced at my watch. “Ugh. It’s four already? I don’t think I’ll be able to tonight. I have no idea how much longer I’ll be here. I want to run a search of the victim’s residence tonight as well.” Sleep? Who needed sleep?
“Stop being coy. I know how much you love all of that paperwork.” I could hear the grin in his voice.
“Wow, we have a bad connection. I’ll touch base with you later on, but I think that further harassment of Lida Moran and the band will have to wait until tomorrow.”
“That’s cool. Zack’s in New Orleans right now anyway, picking up some paperwork from the bureau office there.”
“Maybe we should sic Zack on Lida. She’ll melt beneath his charms,” I said, laughing.
“As if he needs any more reason to be cocky.”
Chapter 13
I locked the office and returned downstairs right as the coroner’s black van pulled up. I suppressed a laugh as I saw the driver exiting the van with a pair of lopping shears in his hand. Sarge had obviously tipped off the coroner’s office as to the inaccessibility of the body.
Jill was finished with her pictures of the area, including shots of the exterior of the building. She retreated to give the van driver access to the hedge, but he hesitated, eyeing the thick bushes. He slid a hopeful glance to me.
“Any chance you have a chainsaw in your car?” he asked.
I had to grin. “Sorry!”
“Worth a try,” he said with a rueful smile as he stepped forward, lopping shears at the ready. It took him several minutes to hack his way through the hedge, and I had to agree that a chainsaw would have been more efficient. The damage to the bushes would have been about the same.
Once the brush was cleared away, Jill stepped forward to take more pictures, and then I had the chance to take a decent look at the victim. Unfortunately my better view of the body didn’t give me any new and fascinating insights. He was still bloated and maggoty. No previously unseen bullet wounds or arcane symbols. But I took a mental note of the fact that he was still wearing his jacket. He’d probably been attacked as soon as he arrived at the office in the morning or right when he was leaving.>“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.”
