CHAPTER 16
“YO, JIMENEZ!”
A passing officer hailed Rick, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “They got something for you in Evidence.”
Like watching for a pot to boil.
Rick had hovered in the crime lab most of the morning, driving everyone crazy, learning only that processing the minute pieces taken from the crime scene is a slow and exacting task. He retired to his desk where he’d spent the last hour drawing parallels between the three crime scenes, trying to make connections, combing for anything they’d missed. And now, it seemed, the pot had come to a boil.
Rick headed back to the lab, eager for a new lead to follow. As he entered, the fingerprint technician beckoned him over.
“I got a partial print off one of the stones collected at the scene.”
“I thought you couldn’t lift finger
