THE TOTALED GRAY CAR had yielded all sorts of fingerprints; given that the papers found in the glovebox proved it to be a rental, Nathan was actually surprised more prints hadn’t been lifted.
Still, he mused as he sipped his coffee, fifty-three prints. That’s pretty impressive.
Nathan’s Dallas lab team had been working since right after the Memorial Day break, methodically analyzing every single fingerprint. Of the initial set, fourteen were too smudged to be of any use. Each of the remaining thirty-nine was individually catalogued and scanned in, and a search performed against the nationwide database. Nineteen of the prints recovered from the vehicle lined up perfectly with those left behind at the four scenes detailed on Nathan Thomas’s whiteboard. His lab techs had exercised due dilig
