Blind Sight by Terri Persons

Author:Terri Persons [Persons, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-385-53036-1
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2009-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

The barn was thick with crime-scene guys dressed in identical dark blue hooded jackets and latex gloves. Emblazoned on the back of each jacket in huge yellow letters: FBI EVIDENCE RESPONSE TEAM. For the heck of it, she’d love to go up to one of them and ask, “Is there anyone here from the FBI Evidence Response Team?”

Garcia and Bernadette both stayed where they were, just inside the door. They didn’t want to mess up the crime scene. One of the blue men was bent over the body. When he looked up and saw Garcia, he waved the boss over. “No, it’s okay. You’re good.”

“Let’s see what you got there, Tuckert,” said Garcia, stuffing his leather drivers into one pocket and pulling his work gloves out of the other.

Also exchanging the leather for latex, Bernadette followed at Garcia’s heels. A couple of the blue men stopped what they were doing to gawk at the newcomers. A tired-looking young guy with a camera lifted his right hand, and she returned the greeting. He’d been at the New Year’s Eve party. In fact, he might have been the one distributing the Jell-O shooters. For every two he’d given out, he’d downed one. No wonder he still looked beat-up.

She and Garcia stood over the body while Tuckert, squatting next to it, pointed with a gloved finger. “See these here?” he asked, pointing to disk-shaped marks around the witch’s neck. “These are not from a rope or some other device. This is manual strangulation.”

“Takes a strong person,” said Garcia.

“How long would it take to do something like that, to keep up the pressure and strangle a woman with your hands?” asked Bernadette.

Bobby Tuckert—a brown-haired, barrel-chested fellow from the South who was new to Minneapolis Division—looked up at her. His attention darted between her blue and brown. “Uh … I’m sorry … what was the question?” he asked in a slight drawl.

“Forget it,” Garcia said impatiently.

Shifting her focus to the artwork on the dead woman’s forehead, Bernadette said, “That doesn’t look like blood.”

Tuckert pointed across the room to a workbench, which was taped off. “She had a bunch of paints and brushes. We figure the star was painted with one of those.”

The noose was on the floor next to the body, no doubt where Vizner had dropped it after freeing her neck. “So someone killed her first, then put the noose over her head and hoisted her up,” said Garcia, walking over to where the other end of the rope was hanging from a beam.

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