“What do you mean, you didn’t find anything?” Even Fuller, who intended his tone to be more one of interest, could tell he’d raised his voice in anger. Not toward the forensics team. He knew them and they were good at their job. The situation frustrated him. His hopes rested with any evidence they might have found that would point to the killer.
“Sorry, Fuller. But there’s nothing. We swept both rooms and the shed three times to be sure. We focused on the locations of the victims and found nothing that points to our killer.”
“What about fingerprints? Hair? Anything?”
“Sure. We got fingerprints galore. All the fingerprints you want. Even hair samples. The problem is, pretty much everyone in this house has been in the studio, so that’s not much help. As for the bedroom and the shed? Nothi
