* Sunday. Robert Prescott homicide, convention center stage/orchestra pit/scaffolding --strip lamp
--no matching friction ridge prints
--no matching tool marks (unit removed by wing nuts) --fifty-foot power cord
--no matching fingerprints
--smoke detectors in pit, disabled
--no matching fingerprints
--smudges determined to be produced by latex gloves, brand unknown, not associated with gloves in Edwin Sharp's possession --cardboard cartons moved from projected path of victim --no matching fingerprints
--smudges determined to be produced by latex gloves, brand unknown, not associated with gloves in Edwin Sharp's possession --unique trace from stage/orchestra pit/scaffolding --triglyceride fat (lard)
--2700K color temperature (yellowish)
--melting point: 40-55 degrees F
--specific gravity: 0.91 at 40.0 C
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Monday. Frederick Blanton homicide, gas station, near San Joaquin River --two 9 mm shell casings
--weapon possibly Det. Gabriel Fuentes's, no casings for comparison --no friction ridge prints
--extractor marks match those found at Sheri Towne scene --one 9 mm slug recovered
--lands and grooves match slugs from Sheri Towne scene --accelerant
--Shell gasoline, 89 octane
--gasoline container destroyed
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Monday. Frederick Blanton's residence, Fresno
--no relevant friction ridge prints, footprints, vehicle tread marks * Monday. Public phone in classroom building at Fresno College --No relevant friction ridge prints
--unique trace collected
--calcium powder. Medical/dietary supplement?
--chemicals: limonite, goethite and calcite
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Tuesday. Sheri Towne crime scene
--cigarette ash
--twenty-three 9 mm shell casings
--weapon possibly Det. Gabriel Fuentes's, no casings for comparison --no friction ridge prints
--extractor marks match those at gas station scene
--seven 9 mm slugs
--lands and grooves match those at Frederick Blanton scene --no friction ridge prints
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Tuesday. Emerson High School stadium, PA system facility --no friction ridge prints
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
--unique trace recovered
--calcium powder. Medical/dietary supplement?
* Tuesday. Park across from Mountain View Motel
--Marlboro cigarette. DNA analysis requested --fishing line trip wire, generic brand
--no friction ridge prints
--no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Wednesday. Edwin Sharp's house
--outside:
--boot print, probably cowboy-style, unable to determine size, male or female --no vehicle tread marks
--unique trace materials
--triglyceride fat (lard)
--2700K color temperature (yellowish)
--melting point: 40-55 degrees F
--specific gravity: 0.91 at 40.0 C
--fungus
--chemicals: limonite, goethite and calcite
--mineral oil, with lime sulfur
--calcium powder. Medical/dietary supplement?
--ammonium oxalate
--inside:
--latex gloves, not associated with those at Prescott homicide --household cleaning materials (to eliminate trace?) --no cigarettes, matches or lighters, odor of cigarettes
Lincoln Rhyme regarded the chart closely. "Not good, not bad. Let's get to work."
Chapter 53
"ENTRANCE AND EXIT routes from the convention center?"
Shean explained, "There're twenty-nine of them, including the windows and infrastructure access doorways and loading docks. There were thousands of prints and samples of trace."
Lincoln Rhyme said, "Yes, yes, sometimes the problem is too much evidence, rather than not enough.... I'm glad you know the number of exits, Charlie. Good searching."
"Thank you, sir."
"Lincoln," he corrected absently, absorbing the chart.
Rhyme and Shean got to work. Dance had wondered if being a guest would temper Rhyme's edge but, clearly, no. When he learned that there were two different places behind Edwin's house where an intruder might have stood to spy, he asked which trace came from which area. The tags on the half dozen collection bags reported only: Trace evidence from behind E. Sharp's house, Woodward Circle West.
"Well, we didn't really differentiate them."
From Rhyme: "Oh." It was the same as a loud dressing-down. "Might want to think about that in the future."
Rhyme had once told Dance, "Where you find the clue is critical, vital. A crime scene is like real estate. It's all about location, location, location."
On the other hand, Shean had satisfied Rhyme's number-one requirement when it came to trace: isolating "unique" material that might have been shed by the perp. This was done by taking many samples from spots nearby: samplars, they were called. If certain materials differed from these indigenous ones they might have come from the perp.
Shean's officers had collected hundreds of samplars at all the scenes for comparison.
"That was competent," Rhyme said. One of his more enthusiastic compliments. He then said, "And now, the cigarette ash."
Stanning asked, "We'd like to know if the samples of ash match."
"Yes, well, they wouldn't match, of course." He turned to the young woman. "Matching is when two or more items are identical," Rhyme muttered. "Very few things actually match. Friction ridge--fingerprints and footprints, of course. DNA and--going out on a limb--the lands and grooves on slugs and extractor marks on the brass. Tool marks under rare circumstances. But as for trace? I could make the argument about some substances matching by analyzing half-life but that's on a nuclear level."
He turned his wheelchair and faced Stanning. "Let's say you find cocaine that's been cut with eighteen percent baking soda and two percent baby powder, and you have another sample that's cut with exactly the same substances in those proportions. They don't match but they're associated, and a jury can infer they came from the same source. Of course, in our case, it's possible that somebody could smoke the same cigarette at two different locations, miles apart on different days. But the odds of that are rather low. Wouldn't you say?"
"I would. Definitely." Stanning looked as if she'd decided not to make any more comments.
"You get a lot of convictions when you testify, I'd imagine," Shean offered.
"Nearly one hundred percent," Rhyme said, with only a veneer of modesty. "Of course, if the odds aren't good up front I recommend not going to trial. Though I'm not above bluffing somebody into a confession. Now, I need to run an inductively coupled plasma test."
Shean said, "Mass spectrometry. Well, we can do that."
"I'm so pleased."
"But--well, just curious--why that, if you're analyzing ash?"
"For the metals, of course," Amelia Sachs pointed out.
The CSU head tapped his forehead. "Trace metals in cigarette ash. Brilliant. I never thought of that."
Rhyme said absently, "It's the most definitive way to determine the brand and origin of cigarettes when all you have is ash. I vastly prefer a fleck of tobacco itself too, because then you can factor in desiccation and other absorbed trace substances. That can pinpoint location of storage and time." He added a caveat, "Up to a point."
Shean prepared the sample and ran the test and a short time later they had their answer.
Looking over the computer screen, Rhyme offered, "Zinc 351.18, iron 2785.74 and chromium 5.59. No arsenic. Yep, that's Marlboro."
"You know that?" Harutyun asked.
A shrug--one of the few gestures the criminalist was capable of--and one that he used with s
ome frequency.
He announced, "I'll say it's likely that the same person was at both scenes. But remember, Person A could have been at the first site, smoking a Marlboro. Person B could have bummed one off him and set up the trap at the Mountain View Motel. Not likely but it could be. How long for the DNA?"
"Another few days."
A grimace. "But it's not any better in New York, of course. I don't think you'll find any, though. Your perp is smart. He probably lit it by blowing on the tip, not holding it in his lips. So, does this Edwin Sharp smoke?"
"He used to," Dance said. "Still may sometimes but we don't know."
They couldn't draw any conclusions from the boot print--really just the toe. Sachs studied the electrostatic print. "Agree that it's probably a cowboy boot. Pretty common in New York a few years ago--line dancing was all the rage." She added that Rhyme had compiled a footwear database but the electrostatic image was too fuzzy to give them a brand name.
"All right, the fishing line ... nothing there, I'm afraid. 'Generic' is a word I dislike very much. Let's look at the shell casings."
Shean reiterated that he thought the gun at both the Blanton shooting and the Sheri Towne attack was probably the same.
"You can say 'match,'" Rhyme said. "Won't bite you, in this context. But where did the gun come from? Stolen from one of your officers, you were saying?"
"Possibly--Gabriel Fuentes. He's been suspended."
"I heard."
"I wish we could tell. It might help incriminate Sharp. He was near Gabe's car when the gun was stolen. But we don't know for sure."
"No? Let me have the close-ups of the extractor marks and scratches," Rhyme said. "And the ones of the lands and grooves on the slugs."
Shean placed them on a table for Rhyme to examine. "But we don't have known samples from Gabe's Glock. I asked him and--"
"I know you don't."
"Oh, right, otherwise we would have identified the gun."
"Exactly." Rhyme's brow furrowed as he examined the pictures. "Sachs?"
Dance recalled that though they were both romantic and professional partners, they tended to refer to each other by their last names. Which she found rather charming.
Sachs studied the pictures too. Apparently she knew exactly what he was interested in. "I'd say four thousand."
"Good," Rhyme announced. Then: "I need the serial number of Fuentes's gun."
A fast computer search revealed it. Rhyme glanced at the number. "Okay, the gun was made four years ago by our talented friends in Austria. Call this Fuentes and ask him when he got it and how often he fired it."
Harutyun made this call. He jotted notes and looked up. "You need anything else from Gabriel, Lincoln?"
"No. Not now. Maybe later. Don't let him wander too far from his mobile."
The answer was that he'd bought the weapon new--three years ago--and took it to the range twice a month or so. He would typically fire fifty rounds.
Rhyme gazed into the air over the local officers. "Fifty rounds, every two weeks, for three years means it's been fired about thirty-nine hundred times. From the pictures of the shells and the slugs, Sachs estimated they came from a gun that had been fired about four thousand times. Good eye." He glanced at her.
Sachs explained to the others, "The distension of the brass, cracks around the neck and the spread of the lands and grooves are typical of a gun fired with that frequency."
Shean was nodding as if memorizing this. "So it is Gabe's weapon."
"Most likely," Sachs said.
Rhyme called, "Microscope! Charlie, I need a 'scope."
"Well, the scanning electron--"
"No, no, no. Obviously that's not what I need. We're not at the molecular level. Optics, optics!"
"Oh, sure."
The man had a tech wheel over two heavy compound microscopes--one a biological, which illuminated translucent samples from beneath, and a metallurgic model, which shone light down on opaque samples. Shean was setting it up when Rhyme shooed him away. Using his right hand he prepared several slides from the trace and examined them one by one, using both of the scopes.
"And good job with the analysis of the trace, Charlie. Let me see the original printouts."
Shean called them up and Rhyme studied the screen and then some of the samples visually. Peering through the eyepieces, he was muttering to himself. Dance couldn't hear everything he said but caught an occasional, "Good, good ... What the hell is that? Oh, bullshit ... Hm, interesting ... Good."
Rhyme set slides out and pointed. "Fungi database on that one and I need a fast reagent test on those."
A tech ran the reagent tests. But Charlie Shean said, "We don't exactly have a fungus database."
"Really?" Rhyme said. And gave the man a website, user name and pass code. In five minutes Shean was browsing through Rhyme's own database on molds and fungi, jotting notes.
Eyes on the chart, Rhyme said, "'Harutyun.' Armenian."
The detective nodded. "Big community here in Fresno."
"I know."
And how did Rhyme know that? Dance wondered. But speculating about the criminalist's encyclopedic mind was useless. Some facts that even children knew he was completely ignorant of. Others, far more esoteric, were stored front and center. The key, she knew, was whether they had helped him analyze evidence or might help him do so in the future. She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that he didn't know the earth revolved around the sun.
Finally the results from the new tests were compiled and Rhyme reviewed them, as well as the results from the earlier analysis that Shean's techs had run. It was raw data only but no one was better at turning raw data into something useful than Lincoln Rhyme. "Now, outside Edwin's house. The fungus is often used in place of traditional toxic chemical pesticides and the mineral oil is also found in alternative pesticides.
"Also, at his house and at the convention center, the triglycerides ... With that color temperature and melting point, I'd say it's neatsfoot oil. That's used for treating baseball gloves and leather sports equipment, equestrian tack and gunslings. Snipers buy a lot of it. Used to be made from cattle bones--'neat' is an old word for oxen or cow--but now it's made mostly from lard. Hence the triglycerides." He consulted the chart, frowning. "I don't know about the ammonium oxalate. That's going to take more digging. But the limonite, goethite and calcite? It's gangue."
"What's that, 'gangue'?" O'Neil asked.
"It's by-product--generally unused materials produced in industrial operations. Those particular substances are often found in ore collection and processing. I also found the same materials in the trace at the public phone at Fresno College, where he called Kayleigh to announce one of the attacks.
"And something else here," Rhyme said with some excitement in his voice. He glanced at the evidence bags. "From the PA system control room, the phone and from behind Edwin's house: calcium powder? But it's not what you suggested, Charlie--medical or dietary supplement. It's bone dust."
"Well, couldn't people still take it like a supplement?"
Rhyme frowned. "Don't think they'd want to. I forgot to mention: it's human."
Chapter 54
THE BONE MATERIAL was quite minimal and to confirm the source would require a confocal laser scanning microscope, Rhyme explained, looking around the room as if one of these magical devices were nearby in the lab.
Charlie Shean said that while he was aware of the machine and had wanted to acquire one, the FMCSO could not, in fact, afford it.
"Well, I'm ninety-nine percent sure. The morphology of the particles and the geometry of the dust almost guarantee it's human. I'd be very surprised if it wasn't."
What they could do with that information, though, Rhyme wasn't positive. "Can't quite see how it fits into the big picture," he admitted. "Anybody among the cast of characters here have a job that might involve bone? Surgeon, dentist?"
"No."
"Undertaker?" Harutyun suggested.
"They don't do much bone work. I
could see medical examiners, pathologists. Wait, Fresno College--where he made the call--does it have a medical school?"
"Yes," Harutyun reported.
"Ah, that could be it. Human skeletons in the classrooms and then procedures too, involving bone saws. Until we get more information, I think we'll go on the assumption that he picked up the bone dust at the school and then continued his surveillance at Edwin's."
O'Neil said, "At least we know that the person who was behind Edwin's house was the perp."
"So, that means it isn't him," Harutyun said.
"Unless," Dance pointed out, "Edwin himself was the source of the bone dust and he left the trace when he walked back to see who'd been spying on him."
"Exactly, Kathryn," Rhyme said.
Harutyun muttered, "That's the way this case's been going all along--he's guilty, he's innocent, guilty, innocent."
Rhyme wheeled back to the microscope. "Hm, still a few things I want to look at. Ammonium oxalate ... Scotch?"
Crystal Stanning broke her vow of silence. "You ... you found some traces of liquor?"
"No, no, I want some scotch."
"Oh, well, we don't actually have any in the sheriff's office."
"Really?" Rhyme sounded surprised.
"Lincoln," Thom said.
"I was simply asking." He returned to the microscope.
Dance and O'Neil looked over the chart, on which Sachs had highlighted Rhyme's deductions.
* Sunday. Robert Prescott homicide, convention center stage/orchestra pit/scaffolding --strip lamp
--no matching friction ridge prints
--no matching tool marks (unit removed by wing nuts) --fifty-foot power cord
--no matching fingerprints
--smoke detectors in pit, disabled
--no matching fingerprints
--smudges determined to be produced by latex gloves, brand unknown, not associated with gloves in Edwin Sharp's possession --cardboard cartons moved from projected path of victim --no matching fingerprints
--smudges determined to be produced by latex gloves, brand unknown, not associated with gloves in Edwin Sharp's possession --unique trace from stage/orchestra pit/scaffolding --triglyceride fat (lard)
--2700K color temperature (yellowish)
--melting point: 40-55 degrees F
--specific gravity: 0.91 at 40.0 C
--Determined likely to be neatsfoot oil, treatment for leather sports equipment, tack and gun slings --no footprints/vehicle tread marks
* Monday. Frederick Blanton homicide, gas station, near San Joaquin River --two 9 mm shell casings