now, he was pretty sure there was something else wrong. This report did not even mention receipts. It did not mention any evidence collected at the scene. No hair. No fingernails. No fabric. No fingerprints. No fiber.
It said the officers looked at the areas where you would take those kinds of samples. It did not say they took any. That might be logical for a ninety year old deceased. But someone so young?
Khalil was not sure what, if anything, he was supposed to do. So he sent his copy to his supervisor with a sticky note.
“Boss,
No evidence receipts. No mention of samples in the report. Do I need to do anything?
-Khalil”
The air conditioning was not keeping up with July in Baltimore. In the police headquarters it rarely did.
The Orioles weren’t providing any distraction either. Ever since they let all of those veterans go, Charles Johnson, B. J. Surhoff, Mike Bordick, Will Clark, Harold Baines, and Mike Timlin, they probably had no intention of seriously challenging the Yankees. Not that they would have challenged, but since they were already sub .500 again, with nearly the largest payroll in the history of professional sports, something had to change.
“Captain Yancey?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to talk.”
George Yancey, eighteen year veteran of the Baltimore Police Department, looked up and saw the pesky Internal Investigations people standing in front of his desk.
“What can I do for you Good Samaritans?”
“We would like to go to the interview room.”
“Look, if one of my guys’ checks bounced, the answer is no, I didn’t think it would happen.”
“We would like you to come with us now.”
…officious little…
“Oh, I’ll be delighted . Let’s go right on in.”
Yancey heaved his six foot, 240 pound, presence out from behind his desk and strolled toward the interview room.
…four hundred and sixteen active case files…11 homicide detectives to watch… plenty of my own distractions, wife, former wife, child support…these guys want to waste my time on some probably baseless complaint…
Yancey turned into the room, flipped on the light and took a seat.
…no sense wasting energy too…
“Captain, I’m Captain Rick Hoff and this is Detective Sheila Nelson.”
…maybe they are busy…? sending, out the captain…well if they wouldn’t waste so much time penny ante-ing…
“Yeah, I know who you are.”
“What do you remember about the Samantha Pierce case?”
“What case?”
“Samantha Pierce. Thirty eight year old female. Deceased. Found in bed in November, year before last.”
“Never heard of it.”
“‘Never heard of it’?”
“No.”
Hoff slid a copy of the report across the table.
“Remember it now?”
Yancey scanned it.
…female…Odenton… …lived alone… …no apparent trauma… …no witnesses… …signed, Captain George Yancey… …I should remember…
“No…”
“You sure?”
“Yeah… …I mean… …I should remember… …an Odenton case…looks like my signature…”
“Captain, there are no evidence receipts to speak of and no evidence samples reported as collected.”
“Why not?”
“That’s what we’re asking you.”
“I don’t know a thing about it.”
“Uh…Captain, the lawyer for the decedent’s parent’s asked for the report. The file clerk noticed no receipts and forwarded it. The repository found no forensics.”
“All I can tell you is I don’t know anything about it.”
“The evidence technician at the scene says he gave you the samples collected.”
“Not to me, I’d remember that.”
“Are you telling us he’s lying? Why would he falsify that if he thinks the report is going to mention the evidence?”
“No. I’m not telling you he’s lying. I don’t remember anything.”
“Captain, have you been drinking lately?”
…here it comes.. drinking? Gambling? Women? Drugs…?
“No.”
“You have a heavy child support obligation…”
“So does half the department, you guys
It said the officers looked at the areas where you would take those kinds of samples. It did not say they took any. That might be logical for a ninety year old deceased. But someone so young?
Khalil was not sure what, if anything, he was supposed to do. So he sent his copy to his supervisor with a sticky note.
“Boss,
No evidence receipts. No mention of samples in the report. Do I need to do anything?
-Khalil”
The air conditioning was not keeping up with July in Baltimore. In the police headquarters it rarely did.
The Orioles weren’t providing any distraction either. Ever since they let all of those veterans go, Charles Johnson, B. J. Surhoff, Mike Bordick, Will Clark, Harold Baines, and Mike Timlin, they probably had no intention of seriously challenging the Yankees. Not that they would have challenged, but since they were already sub .500 again, with nearly the largest payroll in the history of professional sports, something had to change.
“Captain Yancey?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to talk.”
George Yancey, eighteen year veteran of the Baltimore Police Department, looked up and saw the pesky Internal Investigations people standing in front of his desk.
“What can I do for you Good Samaritans?”
“We would like to go to the interview room.”
“Look, if one of my guys’ checks bounced, the answer is no, I didn’t think it would happen.”
“We would like you to come with us now.”
…officious little…
“Oh, I’ll be delighted . Let’s go right on in.”
Yancey heaved his six foot, 240 pound, presence out from behind his desk and strolled toward the interview room.
…four hundred and sixteen active case files…11 homicide detectives to watch… plenty of my own distractions, wife, former wife, child support…these guys want to waste my time on some probably baseless complaint…
Yancey turned into the room, flipped on the light and took a seat.
…no sense wasting energy too…
“Captain, I’m Captain Rick Hoff and this is Detective Sheila Nelson.”
…maybe they are busy…? sending, out the captain…well if they wouldn’t waste so much time penny ante-ing…
“Yeah, I know who you are.”
“What do you remember about the Samantha Pierce case?”
“What case?”
“Samantha Pierce. Thirty eight year old female. Deceased. Found in bed in November, year before last.”
“Never heard of it.”
“‘Never heard of it’?”
“No.”
Hoff slid a copy of the report across the table.
“Remember it now?”
Yancey scanned it.
…female…Odenton… …lived alone… …no apparent trauma… …no witnesses… …signed, Captain George Yancey… …I should remember…
“No…”
“You sure?”
“Yeah… …I mean… …I should remember… …an Odenton case…looks like my signature…”
“Captain, there are no evidence receipts to speak of and no evidence samples reported as collected.”
“Why not?”
“That’s what we’re asking you.”
“I don’t know a thing about it.”
“Uh…Captain, the lawyer for the decedent’s parent’s asked for the report. The file clerk noticed no receipts and forwarded it. The repository found no forensics.”
“All I can tell you is I don’t know anything about it.”
“The evidence technician at the scene says he gave you the samples collected.”
“Not to me, I’d remember that.”
“Are you telling us he’s lying? Why would he falsify that if he thinks the report is going to mention the evidence?”
“No. I’m not telling you he’s lying. I don’t remember anything.”
“Captain, have you been drinking lately?”
…here it comes.. drinking? Gambling? Women? Drugs…?
“No.”
“You have a heavy child support obligation…”
“So does half the department, you guys
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