Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it (part one)
Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it (part two)


(part two)

“It was kind of a shooting gallery,” Jacob said. “I tried to get all of the syringes, but be careful. I may have missed some.”

“Good to know,” Nelson said under his breath.

Nelson handed out latex gloves to everyone before putting a pair on herself.

“Any idea where Detective Stone’s mother died?” Ava asked.

“Like the reason we’ve spent the weekend here?” Leslie asked under her breath.

“Over here,” Jacob said, pointing to a beanbag chair. “She’d clearly been here a while.”

“Do you or Delphie have any idea how her mother was killed?” Ava asked.

“Drugs, I think,” Jacob said. “I can go ask Delphie. She may remember.”

“What about ghosts?” Fran asked.

“We cleared them out,” Jacob said. “None of them had a connection to this place. They were just here to feed their addiction.”

“So no one was murdered here?” Leslie asked, irritably.

“I guess it depends on what you think of as murder,” Detective Karowski, Detective Stone’s partner, said. “Someone used this place to sell and distribute drugs which ended up killing people.”

“That’s not murder,” Ava said. “It’s drug distribution with intent to sell. You know that the DA will never prosecute something that’s not clear cut murder.”

Detective Karowski gave Ava a strong looked.

“Why are we here?” Fran asked.

“My partner wants to know who the drug dealer was,” Detective Karowski said.

“And if it was her mother?” Jacob asked.

Detective Karowski’s head jerked to look at Jacob, who shrugged.

“It’s a good question,” Ava said.

She nodded in Nelson’s direction. Nelson walked out of the storage area. Sitting on the top step, he opened his laptop. He poked around on his computer for a moment before typing for a moment.

“She was arrested three times for prostitution and four for drug distribution,” Nelson said. Turning his head to look into the area, he added, “Rock cocaine and meth.”

Detective Karowski shrugged.

“You knew this?” Jacob asked.

“Let’s say that I guessed,” Detective Karowski said. “I don’t know what to tell you. These deaths are as unsolved as the others in the building.”

“But they are all from the same cause!” Nelson said, gesturing to the computer. “Death by misadventure — drug overdose.”

Detective Karowski winced.

“Okay,” Ava said. “Here’s what I think we should do. . .”

Everyone turned to look at her.

“Let’s get obvious samples,” Ava said. “And get out of here. I’ll call Ferguson to see if he and his team want to come here. My guess is that he’s been here before.”

“Jake?” Nelson asked. “Can you show us where you think we’ll find something useful?”

Jacob pointed to five or six areas on the floor and on the walls, and then shrugged.

“Really, I don’t know,” Jacob said. “It all looks like garbage to me.”

“Okay,” Ava said. “Let’s just dig in. Get what we can. We can come back or send CSU in.”

They got to work. Ava asked Jacob to point out areas again. She placed evidence cones at each spot. Leslie, Fran, and Nelson took swab samples of the areas. They kept working until they felt like they had covered the entire area.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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