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?Nederlander glanced over at Mark. “Really? Mr. Watkins, I am so sorry to hear—”
?“The police are wrong,” I interrupted.
?His eyes darted back to me. “Of course, they’re wrong. Mr. Watkins would never—”
?“No, they are wrong because the killer was over five feet eleven inches tall and left-handed.”
?Charles flushed. “Well, that’s all very—I mean, how do you know that?”
?“You’re left-handed, Charles, and you are about six feet tall,” I asserted. “And my guess is that you are the right build—”
?“This is preposterous!” Charles fumed. “How could you possibly suggest this?”
?“Blood spatter, Charles,” I goaded. “It leaves the body as a fine mist, but in close quarters it would spray the shooter. If the
shooter was near a wall, as in this case, it would leave a rough outline in the victim’s blood.”
?“You couldn’t know—” Then he looked at both of us in horror. “Oh my God, you went into Candy’s room.”
?“I think the police will be interested in my conclusions, and they have the technology to prove my assumption.”
?“Fine!” he bellowed. “Everyone knows you hated Candy and Randall. I have no motive—”
?“What if they look at your finances, Charles?”
?“What?” He was shaken by this. “My finances? What does that have to do with this?”
?“I believe everything. Ms. Cunningham was pressuring you and Randall to supply her with a full accounting. In my divorce, we found some inaccuracies in Randall’s records.”
?“I am not aware of any inaccuracies—”
?“Even if there are, you don’t have to worry now. You can just blame any problems on your deceased partner.”
?Charles glared at me. “I am sure evidence will be found that will point to the killer, whoever it is!”
?“Know something the rest of us don’t, Charles?” I demanded.
?“I don’t have to take this from you!” Charles chided and turned away.
?“Just be sure you can show that pipe to the police if they ask, Charles.”
?We walked away as I pulled out my notebook and angrily scrawled notes. We arrived back at the elevator, as I continued to jot my ideas down.
?Mark interrupted. “You know that the killer was over six feet tall and left-handed because of the blood spatter?”
?“Yes.” I wrote while we walked. “That’s why I had you stand in different positions and hold up your arms. I was looking at the wall behind you. I think if we can bring that information to Detective DeStadler, it could put them in the correct direction.”
?Mark stopped walking.
?“What is it, what’s wrong?” I asked, and looked up from my pad.
?“That’s what you were checking at the jewelry booth! Norm was left-handed,” Mark marveled.
?“Of course. That was also why we stopped at the tobacco booth, and I threw that Hypno person the pipe. She caught it with her left hand.”
?“Wow,” was all Mark could manage.
?“Well, with only about ten percent of the population being left-handed, it is a remarkable coincidence that so many of them are here…and connected to Candy’s murder.”
