“Someone poured bleach all over the front cab of the rental car,” Derrick explained as he pointed towards it. “The powerful smell is strong enough to make your eyes well up.”
“What are we working with this evening?” I asked while closing my trunk.
“We have one victim. A black male, about 5-11, 170lbs with a massive puncture wound in his throat area and a knife wound in his abdomen.”
“No signs of forced entry into the car. No signs of any sort of struggle, just a Ziploc baggie filled with a powdered substance on his lap, a s**t load of money on the dashboard floor and a weird photo laying on the passenger seat.”
“What do we know about the victim, Derrick?”
“We believe his name is…. Kevin Donaldson. Once we figured out that the victim was in a rental car, we called the rental company. T
