TWENTY-THREE
CSU arrived forty-minutes after the call – two techs – one male and one female. Tony and Tooms had seen them around before on different cases, so a quick “What’s up?” was more than enough to pose as a greeting. The guy was a six-foot Hispanic. He was slim with short hair and a clean-shaven face. The guy was in his thirties and been on the job around ten of those. The woman was a slim petite redhead, she too was in her thirties but had been a cop before transferring to CSU after her kid was born.
Tooms explained the situation and what they had found. It was now for the techs to decide if it was just a scrape or something more sinister. Tooms and Tony had both served and knew the difference between a scratch and a bullet scrape, but better safe than sorry, they had thought. Th
