Extreme Pursuit (Chasing Justice #2) by Alex Kingwell

Author:Alex Kingwell [Kingwell, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2016-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Smells good,” Anna Ackerman said as Cullen plunked a large paper bag of Chinese food on her desk. It was seven p.m. on Monday night, the beginning of the fourth week of the investigation. Most of the other detectives had gone home for the night, and it was quiet, the only noise the annoying hum of the fluorescent lights.

Anna lifted the lid on a steaming container of spicy pork. Passing him a plate, napkin, and chopsticks, she said, “You are a sweet man. Did anybody ever tell you that?”

Cullen snickered. “You’d say that to anybody who brought you food.”

She smiled. “I suppose that’s true.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. From down the hallway came the sound of a vacuum, which meant the cleaners were on their nightly round.

Anna got up, put the garbage can from their office in the hallway, and then shut the door. Back at her desk, she said, “Did we get the final autopsy report on Lisa Bosko?”

Nodding, Cullen waited until he was finished chewing. “It says Bosko died of a single heavy blow to the back of the head. There was a circular hole in the skull a couple of inches big. She would have died instantly and there were no other injuries.”

Anna took a sip of water. “If she was hit over the back of the head it suggests she was facing away from her killer. Maybe she’d turned her back or was walking away.”

“Otherwise she would likely have seen him coming. But she didn’t seem to have any warning, because they couldn’t find defensive wounds on her hands or arms.” He spooned more rice and ginger beef onto his plate. “Maybe it was spur of the moment.”

“That’s quite possible. It had to have been somebody she knew, someone who was with her, because if somebody came upon her, she would have heard and turned around.”

He said, “Like the husband.”

“That would fit. But he’s got an alibi and we can’t find a shred of evidence that he had anything to do with it. We’ve interviewed everybody who knew him. If it was the husband, you’d think we would have found something. Maybe not hard evidence, but something pointing to him.”

He said, “No sign of a weapon at the farm?”

She pushed her plate away, wiped her fingers, and then picked up and read from the police report. “A team combed the area pretty thoroughly and didn’t find anything obvious. The pathologist suggested the weapon might have been a hammer, something of that size. Is it possible she wasn’t killed there?”

“It’s possible, but there’s nothing to suggest she wasn’t.” He consulted the report again. “She was likely dressed because they found some remnants of yellow fabric”—he looked at the pictures in the report—“with what looks like a little flower print. No other DNA found from anybody else, which isn’t unusual considering the amount of time that’s passed.”

Anna said, “Not a hell of a lot to go with. We don’t have a motive. Nobody saw her being picked up.

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