Twelve
I didn’t stop to figure out if she’d called Jacquie, too. I just got in the car and drove. The Medical Examiner’s office was slow, not surprising for the early morning hour, as I pulled into the parking lot and jogged inside. I found Tricia pacing back and forth in front of the equipment in the lab.
“What did you find?” I blurted before the door could close behind me.
She looked up at my entry and shook her head. “I don’t know why you get all the cases with the unexplainable evidence, but … just look.”
She pointed to the screen of the computer behind her. I studied the swirl of a partial fingerprint. “It’s a partial print.”
“On the bullet they took from Desmond,” she said. “I don’t know how I missed it before. I swear I examined it thoroughly and didn’t see it before. But then
