Tidying Up

“It doesn’t match?” Sean reread part of the Crime Scene Unit’s report. He knew Jen was leaving today and he wanted to tidy up the paperwork. He had to get this case behind him.

Joe Miller, the nerdy fingerprint guy, handed him the report fifteen minutes ago. Sean took a few minutes to devour what was either a late lunch or an early dinner. He could still taste the corned beef, coleslaw, and Thousand Island dressing sandwich.

He wiped his hands on a napkin as he perused the report. Joe settled on the chair next to Sean’s desk, obviously eager to explain his writing. He was on loan from the Jenkins’ Crossing Police and Sean thought the kid had a great future.

“The print from the scene doesn’t match the one on the glass.”

Joe pushed his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose. He left a greasy print on the tape holding the two sides together. “No, those prints aren’t Bill Howe’s.”

Sean shifted and leaned back in his chair. “Start from the beginning.”