Al was going over forensics reports that were finally starting to arrive. The local techs, while dedicated to detail, were extremely inexperienced. Everything had been sent to PAVAD via Jaz, to preserve the chain of custody, immediately after Team Three had arrived.
Those reports were just in preliminary stages, but Ally had wanted to get them something to work from.
Everything would be double- and triple-checked once tests were fully completed.
And then the quality control team for the forensics department would review everything and repeat the procedures taken.
It was a long, tedious process that could sometimes take weeks.
Out in the field, the CCU teams didn’t always have weeks. Not when it came to catching killers.
So far the preliminaries told them everything they already knew. Except they confirmed that neither Wade nor Angela had any signs of drugs in their systems, the dogs hadn’t been sedated, and there had been no gunshot residue on Angela or her clothing—except what was expected as an acceptable amount of transfer. Gunshot residue wasn’t conclusive of anything—other than someone had been in the vicinity of a weapon discharging.
But Carroll was making a big deal of the GSR that had been on Angela’s hands.
Angela had pressed her hands to the wound over her husband’s heart, even though he had already been dead.
Her handprint had been found on the gray T-shirt Wade had been wearing. Al looked at the photo again.
Wade’s shirt read, “My kid thinks I’m a superhero.”
His wife’s handprint told an entire story—far different than the one Carroll was pushing.
She despised that guy. And she didn’t think she was the only one. He’d caught Paige at the vending machine that morning.
After he’d had words with Mick.
He’d actually gotten in Paige’s face and told her to stay out of his way—or Paige would regret it. He’d caught Paige by surprise, and trapped her against the machine before she could react.
But Paige had held her own, of course. She’d mentioned something about stepping on the guy’s instep hard enough to have tears coming to his eyes.
Carroll had taken his hand off Paige quickly after that.
Carroll seemed to think he was a pretty powerful guy around here.
Al had quietly informed Sebastian of exactly what had happened, well aware that Mick was listening as well.
Their team had been called in as a favor to someone in this town. Carroll didn’t know who he was dealing with.
She had absolute trust that her brother and her team leader would deal with Carroll exactly as he deserved.
In the meantime, she had more than four hundred emails to help Nugent sort through.
Most were to a classmate of Nick Delasi’s.
Jon Mundy.
She opened her laptop and logged into Carrie’s latest program and did some quick research.
Fifteen minutes later, she had a place to start.
Jon Mundy worked at the quarry—same shift and department as Nick Delasi.
And Troy Linsey, Wade’s half-brother.
She checked the whiteboard.
No one had spoken to either men yet. She thought it was about time that happened.
She checked the list of emails Nugent had printed out.
She’d start with Jon Mundy—he was the recipient of more than half of all the emails Nick Delasi had sent. That meant he was the most likely to know what Delasi had been into.
Or he was an accomplice.