In the two hours it took to process the crime scene, nothing of note turned up. Not a thing appeared to be missing or out of place. It was obvious that the place had been professionally cleaned recently. Countertops and glass gleamed, floors and other surfaces were spotless.
The fingerprint tech lifted a few prints here and there but not an abundance of any that probably wouldn’t prove to be Olivia’s. Her cell phone was lying on the bedside stand and her purse was on a dressing table. I had them bagged as potential evidence but there was nothing else worth collecting. I was at a total loss over who would want her dead.
As the senior officer on the scene and with a prior open case that involved the deceased, informing the next of kin fell to me. I drove out to Oscar Stiers place lost in t
