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Kelly pointed to the driver’s-side door. “We opened the door to check the body.” Decker and Jamison stepped forward.
Stuart McClellan lay across the front seat, his head on the console separating the front seats, with his feet on the floorboard. His eyes were closed, and his face was the trademark cherry red. Inhaling a tank full of exhaust fumes caused carbon monoxide atoms to piggyback on red blood cells, jettisoning oxygen atoms in the process. The cells traveled throughout the body but arrived at their destinations without the oxygen needed to keep the body functioning, resulting in both death and the cherry-red color.
“He suffocated, clearly,” noted Kelly.
Decker said, “Any signs of a struggle, defensive wounds, bruising to the body to show that he was knocked out and then placed here?”
“We haven’t done a full exam of the body, but we’ve found nothing like that,” said Kelly. “No obvious wounds and no blood. We’re going to dust for prints, of course, but we don’t expect that to yield much. The guy obviously killed himself.”
Jamison said, “There was no one else here? No security cameras to show any activity?”
“No and no,” replied Kelly. “McClellan’s had this place forever. But it’s mostly a junkyard now. No one works out here anymore. And there are no security cameras because there’s nothing of value. Hell, he probably wished someone had taken some of this junk.”
“Did he leave a note?” asked Jamison.
“Not that we found, no, but a lot of suicides don’t.”
“Does Shane know?” asked Jamison.
“I’ve left a message. I’m sure I’ll hear back.”
“When’s the last time someone saw McClellan?” asked Decker.
“He and Hugh Dawson were seen last night having dinner together at Maddie’s. Couldn’t believe that when I heard it. I mean, I don’t think those two have even shared a civil word, much less a dinner.”
“Well, McClellan owns the restaurant now. Or did,” replied Jamison.
“Come again?” said a surprised Kelly.
“Might as well tell him,” said Decker.
“Tell me what?” said Kelly.
Jamison said, “Dawson was selling all his businesses to McClellan, including the restaurant.”
“The hell you say.”
“They were probably there celebrating the deal closing,” added Jamison.
Kelly looked stunned. “Why in the world would he do that? And how did you find out?”
“We happened upon them while they were meeting,” said Jamison vaguely. “As to the reason for the sale, Dawson basically just wanted to cash in and get out. At least that’s what he told us.”
“And what about Caroline?”
“Her father said she’d be fine with it.”
Kelly looked angry. “No way in hell she’ll befineabout it. She’s worked her ass off for all this. And Maddie’s was her baby. This is going to kill her.”
This outburst surprised Jamison, and her expression showed it. She said, “Uh, I know you said you were really tight with her growing up.”
Kelly calmed, looking sheepish. “Look, any guy around here that wasn’t in love with Caroline Dawson needed to have his head examined, and I was no exception.”
“But that was high school,” said Jamison.
Kelly glanced at her. “Sometimes time doesn’t make a difference in how you feel about someone.” He suddenly refocused. “But that’s neither here nor there. So we got either a murder or a suicide here, and we need to figure out which it is.”
Decker ran his gaze over the Caddy’s interior. “Any signs that someone else was recently here? Tire marks? Another vehicle seen coming or going during the relevant times?”
