CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
It took the forensic technicians almost thirty minutes to clear the stairs. Meanwhile, James paced the narrow hall, unable to focus on anything else.
The man had already lost his patience. Curiosity nudged at him, and he counted the minutes with irritability. He could hardly wait to get to the basement and see what was there.
When Shorty called him with the news that he could go downstairs, James practically mowed him in his rush to get to Mike.
Shorty shook his head behind him, scrunching his nose with distaste and bracing his hands on his hips, ready to bellow something less flattering. With a disgusted wave of his hand, the man decided to follow the Sergeant, giving up saying anything else.
Mike and Jo waited for James at the door into a small room. The owner of
