“4NTech loaned us one of those portable green-laser print detectors to try. One of my CSI deputies, Nelia Tyler, hated to see the piano ruined. So your piano over there was the laser’s guinea pig.”
“Did it work?”
“Yep. But I guess that fossil of a piano hasn’t been played in a while. No prints.”
Drayco wasn’t surprised. Nanette had said her husband didn’t know how to play the piano, and a killer would have other things on his mind. But a small, irrational part of Drayco hoped there might be traces of Konstantina Klucze’s fingerprints, despite the passing of time.
Time. Timing was everything. So were coincidences, in crime solving. Drayco mused, “I saw a newspaper article about a manuscript stolen from the library. It happened the week before Oakley was murdered. Think it’s connected?”
