CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-EIGHT
Ava looked out into the air.
“Is there a place where we can get DNA on the folks who were here?” Ava said. She gestured to her teammate, Fran, “Fran is a master at getting DNA from almost nothing.”
“Are you asking the ghosts?” Jacob asked.
“Yes,” Ava said.
“Bathroom,” Jacob said. “They did coke in the bathroom. The drugs are still there. Roaches? What’s a ‘roach’? Do I need the exterminator?”
“The small end of a marijuana cigarette,” Delphie said. “Hippy talk.”
Jacob gave her a pinched look and rubbed his forehead.
“I’ll take the bathroom,” Nelson said and walked into the bathroom.
“Someone did a great job here,” Ferguson said, sarcastically. He sighed. “Okay, Leslie, can you place evidence cones where you think they need to go? We’ll see if Bob has something else for us.”
“If I may,” Luther, the young technician, said. “Why do you keep going back to him?”
“This is ‘Blood Splatter Bob,’” Ferguson said with a gesture to Bob. “He basically developed the entire science of blood spatter. It’s his thing. Even though I give him shit, he’s the best at this. He can read the blood spatter and tell what happened here. He’s usually right. You can hear that even the ghosts aren’t sure what happened. It’s like magic.”
Ferguson nodded to Luther and then scowled at Bob.
“Moving on,” Bob said. He pointed to the ground about a foot from the south wall. “There’s a bunch of spillage here. Someone picked up the glass.”
“That would be me,” Jacob said. “There was a lot of glass from beer bottles, broken china, rotten food. The rats had been through it. It was very gross. Val wanted to get in these apartments. She loves going through the crap in these apartments. But she would freak out at the food and the mess. I was trying to clean it up a bit for her to go through the stuff left here. But the ghosts were on me and. . . I closed it up and walked away.”
“Makes sense,” Ferguson said. “Did you landfill the stuff or. . .?”
“Good question,” Jacob said. “I probably. . .”
Jacob looked around. There was a broom and a trashcan with a lid near the door. He pointed to the trashcan.
“If it’s anywhere, it’s there,” Jacob said.
Ferguson gave a cone to Luther and the young man walked over to place the cone on the trashcan.
“Use a mask,” Jacob said. “There’s likely rat feces.”
Ferguson nodded and pointed to Bob again.
“You can still see some of the glass and a stain here,” Bob said, pointing at the ground again. “I’d guess that this is food — like a snack table was turned over.”
Ferguson tossed a cone where Bob pointed.
“Okay,” Bob said. He looked at Jacob. “I think I know what happened here, but you’ll tell me if I’m wrong?”
“Sure,” Jacob said.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday...
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