“Jesus,” I whispered, snapping pics of the scene from the narrow doorway, feeling sick to my stomach.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Officer Jim Tanner patted me on my right shoulder and said, “I think we can get a few prints from the helmet and the body. There seems to be more bruising than with Tad Dossner.”
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Jim added, “There are a few foreign hair follicles on the victim’s chest, next to his left pec. We’ll send them down to Forensics and they can be checked out by Missy Landerfill.”
Snap. Snap. Snap.
I knew Missy because I dated her brother a few times. Lenny Landerfill could kiss but he had a small cock and didn’t know what to do with it. Too bad for him.
Snap. Snap. Snap
Jim said, “Don’t touch anything.”
“Never.”
Jim left and Beth moved up behind me. “How’s it going, Snapper.” It was a nickname she sometimes used, which I enjoyed and didn’t have a problem with.
“Almost done.”
“You want to go get a coffee after this and do some catch-up work about our lives?