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Authors: Theo Cage, Russ Smith
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needed serious cash. Ten million, maybe more. Then he began to no longer dream of having Ludd killed - he started to see it as a gnawing imperative.
And now that it was done, how did he stop the machinery?
CHAPTER 13
Walter Dimbrowsky was built like an old Frigidaire - thick, solid, rounded shoulders, which he topped off with a neat farm-boy haircut. He stood about three cubits off the ground, as he used to say, a little over six-two. He wore the most sensible shoes in the courthouse - thick-soled brogues that were custom-ordered from Romania and looked it.
In his big roast beef hands he carried the court docket over to Jayne as they moved into one of the small interview rooms off the courthouse’s main corridor, which connected the various trial rooms. They sat down in the cramped room at opposite ends of a small round table. The table seemed almost too small to accommodate either the growing files or Dimbrowsky's big rough hands.
"I've got the coroner’s report and some of the forensics. I've had Julie send copies over to your office. You should get them today. By the way, there are a few surprises."
"I love surprises," commented Jayne, looking bored. This was the pre-trial session where the prosecution needs to share evidence with the defense. And unlike the movies, there was no point in hiding anything. That would only lead to an appeal or a re-trial.
"I don't have a lot of time. There are a lot of fingerprints ... "
"Who’s?"
He showed her photocopies and printouts. "Ludd's. Employees at the rental company."
"That's it?" asked Jayne, folding her arms.
"On the fingerprints."
"So he was killed by an employee at the car rental firm?"
Dimbrowsky ignored her and continued. "We won't be entering them into evidence. Therefore, you won't be receiving any fingerprint docs." Jayne wanted to ask how the killer got into Ludd's vehicle without leaving prints. Gloves? In June? Or maybe the murderer cleaned everything off before leaving the scene? A neat freak.
Dimbrowsky continued. "We did a fabric make-over. No fabric samples were found that were inconsistent with Ludd's."
"Isn't that a little strange?"
"I don't know what you mean by that."
"Well - are you saying the murderer or murderers were naked? They did Ludd in the buff?"
"The pathologist explained that the perpetrator either wore worn clothing like old jeans or something, or clothes that don't shed fibers."
"Like a wet suit maybe," she asked with a straight face.
Dimbrowsky reacted like a teacher to an errant student, shaking his head with a scowl. But he didn't persist. Jayne knew this was his standard reaction to her. It probably frustrated him and made him angry that he couldn't just reach over and let her have the back of his hand.
"We're still waiting for the fingerprint survey off the body,” he said. “Serology tests - the blood and serum sampling came up with only Ludd's blood type - which is consistent with the method of murder. We haven't got anything yet on the driver’s window."
"Are you talking about fingerprints again?"
"No. There was ... expectorant.”
"You mean spit," she said.
"There was expectorant on the window mixed with blood. We don't know yet if it was Ludd's or someone else's. The expectorant I mean."
Jayne listened to the hum of the air-conditioning above her for a moment, making Dimbrowsky uncomfortable in the silence. "That's your key evidence? Spit?" Dimbrowsky narrowed his eyes. "How many murder cases have you been involved with Walter that involved 'garroting'."
He looked at her with his big blank brown eyes. "This is my first."
"Mine too. So tell me something - why would a murderer use that method?"
He thought for a moment, but he looked like he believed the question was frivolous. "Saw it in a TV show or a movie? Read it in a book. How should I know?"
"Now I'm just thinking out loud, but I would never consider using a garrote to kill someone. It would seem to me you would need an awful lot of strength. It
And now that it was done, how did he stop the machinery?
CHAPTER 13
Walter Dimbrowsky was built like an old Frigidaire - thick, solid, rounded shoulders, which he topped off with a neat farm-boy haircut. He stood about three cubits off the ground, as he used to say, a little over six-two. He wore the most sensible shoes in the courthouse - thick-soled brogues that were custom-ordered from Romania and looked it.
In his big roast beef hands he carried the court docket over to Jayne as they moved into one of the small interview rooms off the courthouse’s main corridor, which connected the various trial rooms. They sat down in the cramped room at opposite ends of a small round table. The table seemed almost too small to accommodate either the growing files or Dimbrowsky's big rough hands.
"I've got the coroner’s report and some of the forensics. I've had Julie send copies over to your office. You should get them today. By the way, there are a few surprises."
"I love surprises," commented Jayne, looking bored. This was the pre-trial session where the prosecution needs to share evidence with the defense. And unlike the movies, there was no point in hiding anything. That would only lead to an appeal or a re-trial.
"I don't have a lot of time. There are a lot of fingerprints ... "
"Who’s?"
He showed her photocopies and printouts. "Ludd's. Employees at the rental company."
"That's it?" asked Jayne, folding her arms.
"On the fingerprints."
"So he was killed by an employee at the car rental firm?"
Dimbrowsky ignored her and continued. "We won't be entering them into evidence. Therefore, you won't be receiving any fingerprint docs." Jayne wanted to ask how the killer got into Ludd's vehicle without leaving prints. Gloves? In June? Or maybe the murderer cleaned everything off before leaving the scene? A neat freak.
Dimbrowsky continued. "We did a fabric make-over. No fabric samples were found that were inconsistent with Ludd's."
"Isn't that a little strange?"
"I don't know what you mean by that."
"Well - are you saying the murderer or murderers were naked? They did Ludd in the buff?"
"The pathologist explained that the perpetrator either wore worn clothing like old jeans or something, or clothes that don't shed fibers."
"Like a wet suit maybe," she asked with a straight face.
Dimbrowsky reacted like a teacher to an errant student, shaking his head with a scowl. But he didn't persist. Jayne knew this was his standard reaction to her. It probably frustrated him and made him angry that he couldn't just reach over and let her have the back of his hand.
"We're still waiting for the fingerprint survey off the body,” he said. “Serology tests - the blood and serum sampling came up with only Ludd's blood type - which is consistent with the method of murder. We haven't got anything yet on the driver’s window."
"Are you talking about fingerprints again?"
"No. There was ... expectorant.”
"You mean spit," she said.
"There was expectorant on the window mixed with blood. We don't know yet if it was Ludd's or someone else's. The expectorant I mean."
Jayne listened to the hum of the air-conditioning above her for a moment, making Dimbrowsky uncomfortable in the silence. "That's your key evidence? Spit?" Dimbrowsky narrowed his eyes. "How many murder cases have you been involved with Walter that involved 'garroting'."
He looked at her with his big blank brown eyes. "This is my first."
"Mine too. So tell me something - why would a murderer use that method?"
He thought for a moment, but he looked like he believed the question was frivolous. "Saw it in a TV show or a movie? Read it in a book. How should I know?"
"Now I'm just thinking out loud, but I would never consider using a garrote to kill someone. It would seem to me you would need an awful lot of strength. It
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