she wouldn’t do it again, and planned on apologizing to her ex-husband at her first opportunity.
“Agent Elliott, if there is any evidence pertinent to the Sacramento Police Department’s investigation into this homicide, my office will forward it to”—he looked at his notepad—“Detective John Black.”
“I think we can do better than that,” Megan said.
Stork’s phone rang. He answered it without excusing himself. He listened, then said, “Thank you,” and hung up.
“If—”
He put his hand up again and Megan wanted to slap it back down. Stork motioned for the two soldiers standing sentry over Price’s body to move him out.
“That was the DOD,” Stork said. “I have confirmed authority to take over this investigation. The FBI does not have jurisdiction in this matter, as I’m sure both you and the district attorney are aware.” He turned to Simone, who was red-faced. The pathologist had a hand on her shoulder, his knuckles white as he restrained her as subtly as possible.
“Ms. Charles, I have sent over a team to collect the evidence stored at the Sacramento Police Department. If you make this difficult, I’ll have you taken into custody for obstruction of justice.” He said to the pathologist, “Mr. Ward, if you would please retrieve all clothing, evidence, and material you removed from Private First Class Price’s body, post haste.”
Post haste? Who spoke that way?
“It’s logged in with—” Ward began.
“Please bring it to me. I have a busy day ahead and need to arrange transport of the body to our facilities.”
Ward didn’t bat an eye and left the room.
“Nice try, Mr. Elliott,” Stork said. “I assume you were trying to help your wife out, but you should have known better.”
“Sister,” Megan and Matt said simultaneously.
Matt added, “This is still my county, and that man, AWOL or not, was murdered in my jurisdiction. I will likely be prosecuting his killer at some point—before or after you. I hope you’ll consider that when you process the evidence and ensure that Ms. Charles and Detective Black have a copy of all your records and files.”
“We’ll provide what we can,” Stork said, noncommittally.
“You jumped on this real quick,” Megan said. “We’ve had the case for less than twenty-four hours.”
“Your office contacted the army,” Stork said.
“Excuse me?” Then Megan remembered. “When we were confirming his identity and seeking next-of-kin records.” Dammit, her diligence got her case yanked.
“The CID still moved faster than I’ve ever seen the army move,” Matt said. “Who’s Price’s victim? A general?” Megan noted the sarcasm in her brother’s voice.
“Price is wanted for the attempted murder of his commanding officer.”
Ward walked back in and handed a sealed box to the soldier Stork indicated.
“Thank you, Mr. Ward. You have been very helpful.” He nodded to them, then motioned for the soldiers to leave with him. “Have a nice day.”
Simone didn’t restrain her scream of frustration as Stork left with their victim. “Asshole!”
Matt said, “I know Stork’s type. He can make your life hell if he wants to.”
“I’ve never been in the military,” she snapped. “I don’t take orders well.”
Matt turned to the pathologist. “Good to see you again, Phineas. Have you met my sister, Megan Elliott?”
“I have now.” He shook her hand.
“I can’t believe we’re just standing around here doing nothing!” Simone said. “That’s my body they’re taking. You can kiss any prosecution good-bye.”
“Don’t take it out on the D.A.,” Phineas Ward said. “He delayed them long enough.”
“What does that mean?” Megan asked.
Ward shrugged. “When we process the body, we take certain samples. I forgot that I’d put the vials in the lab, and the lab director is already processing them.”
Simone wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful.”
“It still won’t
“Agent Elliott, if there is any evidence pertinent to the Sacramento Police Department’s investigation into this homicide, my office will forward it to”—he looked at his notepad—“Detective John Black.”
“I think we can do better than that,” Megan said.
Stork’s phone rang. He answered it without excusing himself. He listened, then said, “Thank you,” and hung up.
“If—”
He put his hand up again and Megan wanted to slap it back down. Stork motioned for the two soldiers standing sentry over Price’s body to move him out.
“That was the DOD,” Stork said. “I have confirmed authority to take over this investigation. The FBI does not have jurisdiction in this matter, as I’m sure both you and the district attorney are aware.” He turned to Simone, who was red-faced. The pathologist had a hand on her shoulder, his knuckles white as he restrained her as subtly as possible.
“Ms. Charles, I have sent over a team to collect the evidence stored at the Sacramento Police Department. If you make this difficult, I’ll have you taken into custody for obstruction of justice.” He said to the pathologist, “Mr. Ward, if you would please retrieve all clothing, evidence, and material you removed from Private First Class Price’s body, post haste.”
Post haste? Who spoke that way?
“It’s logged in with—” Ward began.
“Please bring it to me. I have a busy day ahead and need to arrange transport of the body to our facilities.”
Ward didn’t bat an eye and left the room.
“Nice try, Mr. Elliott,” Stork said. “I assume you were trying to help your wife out, but you should have known better.”
“Sister,” Megan and Matt said simultaneously.
Matt added, “This is still my county, and that man, AWOL or not, was murdered in my jurisdiction. I will likely be prosecuting his killer at some point—before or after you. I hope you’ll consider that when you process the evidence and ensure that Ms. Charles and Detective Black have a copy of all your records and files.”
“We’ll provide what we can,” Stork said, noncommittally.
“You jumped on this real quick,” Megan said. “We’ve had the case for less than twenty-four hours.”
“Your office contacted the army,” Stork said.
“Excuse me?” Then Megan remembered. “When we were confirming his identity and seeking next-of-kin records.” Dammit, her diligence got her case yanked.
“The CID still moved faster than I’ve ever seen the army move,” Matt said. “Who’s Price’s victim? A general?” Megan noted the sarcasm in her brother’s voice.
“Price is wanted for the attempted murder of his commanding officer.”
Ward walked back in and handed a sealed box to the soldier Stork indicated.
“Thank you, Mr. Ward. You have been very helpful.” He nodded to them, then motioned for the soldiers to leave with him. “Have a nice day.”
Simone didn’t restrain her scream of frustration as Stork left with their victim. “Asshole!”
Matt said, “I know Stork’s type. He can make your life hell if he wants to.”
“I’ve never been in the military,” she snapped. “I don’t take orders well.”
Matt turned to the pathologist. “Good to see you again, Phineas. Have you met my sister, Megan Elliott?”
“I have now.” He shook her hand.
“I can’t believe we’re just standing around here doing nothing!” Simone said. “That’s my body they’re taking. You can kiss any prosecution good-bye.”
“Don’t take it out on the D.A.,” Phineas Ward said. “He delayed them long enough.”
“What does that mean?” Megan asked.
Ward shrugged. “When we process the body, we take certain samples. I forgot that I’d put the vials in the lab, and the lab director is already processing them.”
Simone wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful.”
“It still won’t
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