“In an investigation like this, ruling out is as important as ruling in.”
“Good point. See you around campus, Sarge.”
“Take it easy.”
After Youncy walked away, Gonzo called Dr. Lindsey McNamara, the department’s chief medical examiner.
“Hey, Sarge. How’s it going over there?”
“Slow but steady. I spoke to the vic’s wife, Trisha. His name is Dale Carver, here from Spokane, Washington to meet with USDA. I have her number if you want to get in touch when you’re finished with the exam.” He recited the number for her. “I told her you’d call about funeral homes and transport.”
“Will do. What else do we know about him?”
“He’s the father of three young kids, including a new baby.”
“Shit.”
“You said it. What’ve you found so far?”
“The first blow severed his aorta, and it was game over after that. The other five wounds are extraneous.”
“Judging by the amount of blood, I figured there was an artery involved. I’ll be handing off to Cruz soon. I’ll have him get in touch.”
“Got it. Is there any word on Sam’s nephew?”
“Just that the Feds and Marshals are coming in this morning.”
“God, this is just terrifying.”
“Sure is.”
“I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
Gonzo had no sooner stashed his phone in his pocket than it rang with a call from Captain Malone.
“Hey, Cap.”
“I’ve got your warrants for the video and to enter the victim’s room. Sent copies to your email.”
“Great, thanks.”
“Where are you over there?”
Gonzo filled him in on the results of the canvass and the new information he’d gotten from the victim’s family.
“What’s your gut saying?”
“Not getting a reading just yet. I want to get into his room.”
“Go to it and keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
Gonzo girded his loins before he called Wright to request access to the room now that he had the warrant.
“I’ll send Mr. Russell up right away.”
