“Looks like the size a man might own,” Stewart said.
“Seems likely.” Dev stood. “In either case, we’ll leave it here for Sierra to collect as evidence.”
The detective tipped his head. “Sierra?”
“The Veritas Center’s trace evidence expert.” Dev took a wide stance as if he expected an argument. “We’re asking her to process the scene.”
“The big shot forensics people on the west side,” Stuart said. “Kind of overkill for this crime, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” Kinsley said. “But we figured you wouldn’t even order a forensic review for a break-in. Especially since it doesn’t seem like anything’s missing. So we had to do something.”
Stewart worked the muscles in his jaw. “I haven’t decided what I want to do. If it could be connected to our parking lot shooting, then a forensic review is in order. But our teams are backed up, and if you’re willing to fork out the money for the Veritas Center, then I say we go for it. Assuming the reports are sent to me first.”
“We can arrange that,” Dev said.
“Then do it.”
“And we should have Nick look at the photos I took to see if he can enlarge them to give us a better idea of the piece our intruder took.” Dev looked at Stewart. “He’s the electronics expert at Veritas.”
“Then arrange that too,” Stewart said. “But first, I need Kinsley to determine if anything else is missing so I can complete my report.”
She nodded, but anxiety squeezed her chest. The last thing she wanted to do right now was sift through this chaos and discover missing items the creep might’ve taken.
Another extreme violation of her sanctuary, and she worked hard to keep her thoughts in check. If she didn’t, she might imagine the other horrible things their suspect might do if he found her.
