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at?"
"What do you see?"
"I see a rope."
"What about it?"
"It looks worn."
"More than worn," said Allie. "It's been milked. That's what they call it when the sheath becomes detached from the rope's core. Look even more closely. You see this? It's been twisted in a certain direction."
"I don’t see it."
Allie felt her frustration growing. "Look closely. Don’t look at the knot. Look at the rest of the rope."
"Yeah, I'm looking. I see a used, messed up rope."
Allie took a heavy breath. "Look. Hold out your hand."
Del did as she was told and Allie slipped the sample of rope Ernie had given her around it.
"Watch," she said, as she began to twist the rope gently. "See how it has already been twisted in this direction?"
"Ok, now I see it. What does that prove?"
"Watch how I'm twisting it. Clockwise. It's only natural when using a garrote to grasp it with one hand facing up and the other facing down. The one facing up is the dominant hand, because that's the hand that has the strength required to strangle someone, which is how it was done here." She pointed to the photo. "The rope twists clockwise. You can see it right there in the photo. I was right. We're looking for a left-handed killer."
2.
As soon as she got into her car, Allie's phone alerted her to a text. From 000, she knew exactly who it was. Her heart raced slightly when she read it.
Swordfish. 8:00
She hadn’t seen the secret code she shared with Sgt. Frank Beauchenne's to arrange a meeting in quite some time. It meant that there was something he needed her to do. Perhaps something only she had access to.
She had to admit to herself that she felt a bit queasy about Tad Mills being a possible suspect. She liked Tad, had gotten a good vibe from him. But she was smarter than that. She knew you can't always trust a good vibe. Still, the thought pained her. And something about this case gnawed at her in that way she'd come to recognize: That all was not right in the way things appeared to the naked eye.
The shadows cast by the full moon were well-defined, twisted, and eerie, as if cast by withered old trees possessed by evil spirits.
Sgt. Beauchenne was already waiting for her there. She had been immensely grateful to the powers that be when she'd pulled up next to his squad car. She didn’t feel much like waiting alone.
He was standing amidst the shadows, looking like some sort of wizard taking command of the night. He was sexy in the moonlight, she thought.
Enough, she told herself. You're not falling for him.
"Got some news for you," said Beauchenne. "We found traces of haloperidol in her system."
"Wait. I think I know that. Why does that sound familiar?"
"Your husband's colleagues may have mentioned it from time to time. Better known as Haldol. It's normally used to—"
"Psychological disturbances."
Beauchenne smiled. "One of these days you're gonna stop being smarter than I am. Yes, it's used to treat psychological disturbances. Severe psychological disturbances. At smaller doses it can cause drowsiness. This was a dose that you would give to an average patient in need. What I'm saying is that was a good tip on your part, running the toxicology report. They found that the Haldol was administered around the same time as the
"What do you see?"
"I see a rope."
"What about it?"
"It looks worn."
"More than worn," said Allie. "It's been milked. That's what they call it when the sheath becomes detached from the rope's core. Look even more closely. You see this? It's been twisted in a certain direction."
"I don’t see it."
Allie felt her frustration growing. "Look closely. Don’t look at the knot. Look at the rest of the rope."
"Yeah, I'm looking. I see a used, messed up rope."
Allie took a heavy breath. "Look. Hold out your hand."
Del did as she was told and Allie slipped the sample of rope Ernie had given her around it.
"Watch," she said, as she began to twist the rope gently. "See how it has already been twisted in this direction?"
"Ok, now I see it. What does that prove?"
"Watch how I'm twisting it. Clockwise. It's only natural when using a garrote to grasp it with one hand facing up and the other facing down. The one facing up is the dominant hand, because that's the hand that has the strength required to strangle someone, which is how it was done here." She pointed to the photo. "The rope twists clockwise. You can see it right there in the photo. I was right. We're looking for a left-handed killer."
2.
As soon as she got into her car, Allie's phone alerted her to a text. From 000, she knew exactly who it was. Her heart raced slightly when she read it.
Swordfish. 8:00
She hadn’t seen the secret code she shared with Sgt. Frank Beauchenne's to arrange a meeting in quite some time. It meant that there was something he needed her to do. Perhaps something only she had access to.
She had to admit to herself that she felt a bit queasy about Tad Mills being a possible suspect. She liked Tad, had gotten a good vibe from him. But she was smarter than that. She knew you can't always trust a good vibe. Still, the thought pained her. And something about this case gnawed at her in that way she'd come to recognize: That all was not right in the way things appeared to the naked eye.
The shadows cast by the full moon were well-defined, twisted, and eerie, as if cast by withered old trees possessed by evil spirits.
Sgt. Beauchenne was already waiting for her there. She had been immensely grateful to the powers that be when she'd pulled up next to his squad car. She didn’t feel much like waiting alone.
He was standing amidst the shadows, looking like some sort of wizard taking command of the night. He was sexy in the moonlight, she thought.
Enough, she told herself. You're not falling for him.
"Got some news for you," said Beauchenne. "We found traces of haloperidol in her system."
"Wait. I think I know that. Why does that sound familiar?"
"Your husband's colleagues may have mentioned it from time to time. Better known as Haldol. It's normally used to—"
"Psychological disturbances."
Beauchenne smiled. "One of these days you're gonna stop being smarter than I am. Yes, it's used to treat psychological disturbances. Severe psychological disturbances. At smaller doses it can cause drowsiness. This was a dose that you would give to an average patient in need. What I'm saying is that was a good tip on your part, running the toxicology report. They found that the Haldol was administered around the same time as the
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