Twenty-Four
“WE STILL HAVEN’T HAD any hits on the BOLO,” Helen says. “But from what Beverly just said, it looks like Clayton did it.”
“We still don’t know why for certain,” I say.
“Well, as I told Clark at dinner, we may not know the why,” she says.
“I’ll feel better when we do.”
“Chief!” Gladys calls. We see her wheeling down the hall towards us with a folder on her lap. Stopping just short of my shin, she hands Helen the folder and says, “We finally got the DNA results. At least partially.”
“What do you mean, partially?” I ask.
“We don’t have anything to match yet,” she says, “and the CODIS hits are a little weird.”
Helen furrows her brow as she scans the page. “Weird how?”
“The DNA they picked up on the pillow matches the DNA in the skin found under Father Stratton’s fingernail
