“It was used to hit from the side, and remove the caps from their position. It was also used to inflict as much injury as possible. He was badly abused. There are microfractures all over his body.”
Ethan glanced over at Gene.
They were both thinking the same thing.
It was a good bet they were worked over for information.
This killer was cleaning up after himself, and didn’t want to leave anyone behind who might know who was behind this.
“Any trace?” he asked.
Ben grabbed a paper from the printer.
“We found DNA on his torso, and a hair. Unfortunately for you, it was where Agent Mayfield touched the body without gloves on.”
Goddamn it.
“It was in the circle I made on his skin. So it was definitely transferred after because I opened his shirt.”
Gene was frustrated.
“Nothing else? How about tox?” he asked.
He shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Agents. If he was drugged, it was out of his system, and he wasn’t clocked and taken. There was only one point of BFT to his head, and it was the killing blow. He had bruising, so he was alive for hours before he died.”
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
This killer was covering his tracks.
That was for sure.
“Okay, so tell me this. Did the same weapon do them all in?” Gene asked.
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“Did he have any sugar on him?” Gene asked, pulling the evidence bag with the sticky substance from his pocket to turn it in.
The man checked.
“Yes. It was on him. No burns, but definitely sugar trace with sand in it. Where did you find this?” he asked, looking at the glob of stickiness that he was holding in an evidence bag.
“Near what we think is the crime scene,” he stated. “We think we know where they were taken. Can you analyze it and see if it is, indeed, the same? If it is, we’ve got this guy on lock.”
The man nodded.
“Sure can, agents. Anything else? We do have trace from his car, but it’s just being run. I’ll have the techs do it when they come back.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“Come back?”
