The Candidate Coroner: Fenway Stevenson Mysteries Book Three by Paul Austin Ardoin

Author:Paul Austin Ardoin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pax Ardsen Books

Chapter Sixteen

Fenway pushed Callahan to the side and knelt down next to Dr. Tassajera. She held up his hand and felt for a pulse. Nothing.

One of doctor’s golf clubs lay by his left arm, its head bathed in blood and a bit of white matter that Fenway assumed was brain tissue.

“Dammit,” she said under her breath.

“What happened?” Callahan said. He turned to Fenway; his eyes were wide open, the confusion even more pronounced on his face.

“We left for five minutes and I assume his client killed him while we were gone,” Fenway said. She felt the anger creep into her voice.

“What—how—”

“Secure the room, Callahan. Make sure whoever did this isn’t still here.”

Fenway got up and backed against the wall while Callahan checked under the desk and in the small coat closet.

“Clear,” he said.

Fenway shook her head and walked back to the body. “Can you call this in, Callahan?” she said. “And tell them I’m already on the scene.”

Callahan nodded and got on the radio while stepping into the waiting room. Fenway thought she heard him say “CSI” and hoped they’d be able to find some evidence. She heard the radio click off and Callahan poked his head in the office again.

“Okay, we’ve got a lot more to work with than most murder scenes,” Fenway said. “First of all, at least we have a seven-minute window when the attack happened.” Then she knelt close to the dead doctor’s head. “Blunt force trauma,” she said, pointing to the golf club. “This would have done it.” She paused. “You got a camera on you, Callahan?”

“Just my camera phone,” he said, pulling it out of his pocket, unlocking it, and holding it out.

Fenway took it and pulled up the camera app. “That’ll do.” It took a second to focus, but once it did, she started snapping away.

Callahan talked with them in the outer office while Fenway took more pictures and examined the body. They stepped outside to secure the scene.

“Any cars leave the parking lot?” she said.

One of the other officers shook his head. “We didn’t see anything. We were waiting on the other side of the building.”

“Crap,” Fenway said. “Maybe we can get security footage from building management or something.”

“I’m not sure they have cameras at this office complex,” Callahan said. “If Dr. Tassajera here was adamant about client privacy, he’d have picked a building without cameras, right?”

“That makes sense, but who knows?” Fenway mused. “Anything is possible. Maybe the building people installed them after the fact and he didn’t want to move his practice. Worth checking, at any rate.”

“Maybe.”

Fenway stood up and scanned the room. She walked over to the desk. She pointed at a power cable and a monitor cable that weren’t plugged into anything.

“Where’s the laptop?”

Callahan shook his head. “I don’t know. Do you remember seeing it in here earlier?”

“No,” Fenway said. “But most people bring their laptops with them to work, right?”

Callahan nodded. “They do—but not always on the weekend. If he was seeing a couple of clients today—you and your dad, and the guy who killed him—he might not have bothered.

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