Chapter 67

 

When Schultz picked up his phone, Fred was on the line.

“George, who in your company is left handed?”

 Fred was following up on the results of the autopsy on Ford which had indicated that his killer was left-handed.

“Fred, you certainly seem to ask some off the wall questions. I don’t keep track of that statistic but I know who can help you. Dodd, the head of the Science Division, coordinated our annual softball game and picnic. In fact, he played for one of the teams. I am sure he would know because almost everyone that works for me goes out for the games, and Dodd would know how everybody bats.”

Dodd was more than helpful. He said the game was played back in early April of the year before. If he recalled correctly, there were a couple of people who batted left handed. One was Atwell, and the other Miss Black.

“Do you want to know their batting averages as well, Lieutenant?”

“No, thanks, not this time around.”

Fred started to hang up, but Dodd was not done. He said, “There was one other person, and I don’t know how I could have forgotten him. It was Mr. Schultz himself. I should have remembered, he hit two powerful pop-ups over my head and they both went for home runs.”