Chapter 47

“A trench coat, a wig, and a pair of women’s earrings were found the next morning in a Dumpster behind the bar,” she said, “and some partial prints were lifted.”

“Sounds like it might well have been our guy.”

“It gets better, or worse, depending on your point of view,” she said. “The body of a young gay man was found Sunday afternoon in an Orlando apartment. He’d been shot in the eye.”

“Ballistics?”

“OPD is rushing it. Hopefully by tomorrow they’ll have results.”

“Fingerprints?”

“Lots of prints in the apartment,” she said, “but it’s going to take time to sort them out.”

“What else?”

“The victim showed signs of having had anal sex before he died, possibly rough sex.”

“Consensual?”

“Inconclusive. All the ME is saying at this point is that something very large was shoved up the guy’s rectum without benefit of lubricant.”

“In the interview we conducted in Savannah,” I said, “we learned that Leonard is ‘hung like a horse’ and ‘likes to play rough’.”