do.â
âHe was wounded,â Winsome said. âIn Afghanistan. Walks with a stick.â
âDid he have anything interesting to tell us?â
âNot really, sir. Just that he grew up around here and the airfieldâs always been like this as far as he remembers. Kids play there. Heâs also noticed a few lorries coming or going over the past year or so.â
Banks knelt by the stains on the ground, hearing his knees crack as he did so. âIt certainly looks like blood and brains to me. Letâs say it is human. What happened? Someone shoots him, and he falls and bleeds out on the ground?â
âPossibly,â said Winsome. âOr stabs him. Then leaves the mess but takes the body away. If it were just an animal, I couldnât really see anyone having a reason to do that.â
Banks glanced at the stain. âThereâs not really all that much blood, is there? Have youâÂâ
âI thought Iâd better leave it to the CSIs.â
Banks frowned at her. âWinsome, youâre developing an annoying habit of answering my questions before Iâve asked them.â
âYes, sir. You were going to ask if Iâd searched for a bullet or shell casing. I must be getting to know the way your mind works.â
Banks stood up. âDo you know how frightening that thought is?â
âMy dad always said I was a bit of a mind reader. Could have had a career on the stage.â
Banks smiled. They heard another car pull up in the yard, and moments after the door slammed, Jasminder Singh hurried in with her bag of tricks. âAll right, where is it?â she asked.
âNice to see you again, too, Jazz,â said Banks.
Jazz made a face. âDCI Banks. What a pleasure! And DS Jackman, how are you? Well, I hope? Will that do? Now can you show me where it is? No, donât bother, I can see it for myself.â
The new forensics bloodstain analyst and DNA technician was a petite attractive brunette in her early thirties. She didnât usually attend crime scenes with the CSIs unless her specific serÂvices were required, and the squad always had a hard time finding protective clothing that fit her. She looked lost inside the baggy overalls as she squatted by the stain on the concrete. She quickly mixed a small sample of the congealed blood with a delivery agent and added it drop by drop to the collection tube. She looked up at Banks as he watched her work. âYouâve seen this trick before?â
âUh-Âhuh. Itâs still voodoo to me, but I understand it works.â
Jazz showed her white teeth in a broad grin. âPretty much,â she said, getting to her feet. âWe just wait for two or three minutes andâÂJapâs your uncleâÂwe get an answer.â
âJap?â
âI didnât have an Uncle Bob, but I did have an Uncle Japjot.â
Banks just stared at her.
âIt was a family joke,â Jazz muttered. âYou had to be there.â
They both turned to the tube, and a minute or so later two pinkish-Âred lines appeared.
âHuman blood,â said Banks.
âDonât jump to conclusions. It might be from a gorilla, or maybe a weasel or a badger. Nothingâs perfect, is it? But Iâd say thereâs a very good chance itâs human, yes.â
âAny chance of a quick result on the DNA?â
Jazz gave him a look. âAlways in a hurry.â
âPretty please?â
âYou want to jump the queue, is that what youâre saying?â
âYes. I mean, whatâs the point of having a forensics lab attached to the police station if we canât get a rush job on something? Besides, we need to know if this is something we need to call the team in for.â
âWell, at least you admit it. Iâll see what I can do. Tomorrow, perhaps.â
âYouâre a treasure.â
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