Martin sat handcuffed to Shaun Murray's desk. As Shaun asked for his demographics, a short man with glasses entered. "Shaun, here's the court order. Where are we going to do this?"
Shaun introduced Martin to the crime scene technician. "Mr. Bailey, I have a court order to photograph you, collect your outer clothes and examine you to obtain any potential evidence, including swabs for gunshot residue."
"I would like to make a phone call," Martin said.
"After we search you, I’ll let you make a call," Shaun answered.
"I didn't kill them, Shaun."
"Mr. Bailey, are you revoking your rights?" Shaun asked in a calm, professional tone.
"No." Martin stood in a private room while the tech took photographs. Standing on white paper, the tech had him remove his outer clothing, socks, and shoes. Each item was deposited in separate paper bags. His hands were tested for gunshot residue. As he removed his right shoe, a reddened area on the back of his calf was visible. It stimulated his memory. "Could you take a picture of that? I think I was drugged."
Shaun gave permission to the technician. "Are you revoking your right to remain silent?"
Anxiety gripped him. "Yes, damn it. I think I was drugged. I didn't kill them. I want you to take blood and urine samples."
Shaun handed him an orange jumpsuit and a pair of flip-flops. "Put this on."
"Shaun, please?" The swab for gunshot residue turned positive.
"Come this way, please. Mr. Bailey, I need to do a risk assessment. Please answer the following questions. How are you feeling now?"
"Groggy, nauseated."
"Do you have any illness or injury?"
"I broke some ribs. A concussion. Stitches in my left calf."
"Are you experiencing any mental health issues or depression?"
"No."
"Would you like to speak to a doctor?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen a doctor or been to a hospital for these injuries?"
"Yes, Horizon Hospital."
"Name of the physician?"
"Patrick Hedges."
"Are you taking or supposed to be taking any tablets or liquid medication?"
"None."
"Is there a family member who is aware of your health problems?"
"Yes, my family and my fiancée."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Shaun asked in a deliberate tone.
"I need a doctor."
"Donner, we’re going to Horizon, but first, he can make his call."
