Chapter 50
An hour later, the lab emailed the report. Sullivan couldn't believe what he was reading. The bullet was definitely fired from the same rifle, but the finger print found on the casing was not Poole's. It belonged to Dennis Floorside. In frustration, Sullivan stood and sent his chair crashing into the file cabinet across the room.
The chair crashed just as Tweed, Madison and Andy walked through the door.
Tweed winced, “This ought to be interesting.”
“Come in here, all of you. You too Helen.” He was pulling at his hair and pacing.
It was a couple moments before he laid out the situation. They all just listened. “Tell you what we do, Andy, take Madison and go roust Floorside. Do it calmly and carefully. I doubt it's him, but you never know. Tweed and I will go get
