Thirty
“SO WHERE ARE WE?”
Helen, Dan, Gladys, Nate, and I are gathered in a conference room around a long table. At one end is a wall-sized TV screen. One wall has a large white board. Gladys is at a keyboard and brings up photos of Leon Carpenter and Greg Connor, clearly taken from Myer College IDs.
“Preliminary autopsy shows both died from blunt force trauma,” Gladys says. “The ME thinks that someone beat both of them to death with a baseball bat. Some of the blows were postmortem. Both guys had numerous fractures and broken bones. A real sadist did this, Chief.”
“Or someone who didn’t really know what they were doing,” Dan says. “The overkill was just their way of being thorough.”
“So we’re left with either an i***t or a psychopath as their killer?” I quip, instantly regretting my
