Spinelli flung his coat over the back of his desk chair and sauntered over to Marsh's desk. He looked over his shoulder as he sifted through files on Tony Rosso's laptop. Marsh pointed at the screen. "Look at this."
Walker stepped up behind Marsh as well. "What's that?" he asked.
"Rosso's bank records. How is it that a bartender has over $20,000 in his checkbook and nearly $300,000 in his mutual fund, especially when he's paying an arm and a leg for his fancy high-rise apartment on the waterfront?"
"What is he into?" Spinelli asked.
"That's the million dollar question," Marsh replied
Spinelli's phone buzzed. He yanked it from its holder. "Spinelli here."
"I've got the pathologist report from Bethany for your first two victims. Cause of death is cyanide poisoning. I can only guess, b
