CHAPTER
17
A MAN AND A WOMAN. Both heavyset and possibly in their forties. It was hard to tell with the state they were in. The man had a heavy beard, and tat sleeves ran down both bare arms. There was also an eagle tattoo across his bare pecs. The woman’s hair was bottle blonde and she was dressed in hospital scrub bottoms, but no top.
They were sitting on the couch in the living room.
They were clearly dead, but it wasn’t obvious how they had died.
Cole stood next to Puller, who stared down at the corpses.
Puller looked down at the floor. No visible tripod indents, because it was hardwood and not carpet. Still, his gut was sending him a clear message.
They were interrogated too.
They were both turning green. CPR was not called for. A grave was.
The man had a Virginia Tech ring on his right hand. The woman had a bracelet on her left wrist along with a Timex wristwatch.
Puller said, “Look to be dead about the same time as the Reynoldses. We’ll need someone to pronounce them deceased officially.”
“Okay, but how did they die?” asked Cole.
Puller checked the floor again. No blood spatters. He slapped on a fresh pair of gloves pulled from a fanny pack on his belt and tilted the man’s head forward. No obvious gunshot entries or exits. There were no brain stem bruises. No knife wounds. No ligature marks on the neck. No evidence of blows to the abdomen.
“Suffocation?” said Lou, who was standing farther back and looking queasy, probably from the smell.
Puller carefully opened the man’s left eyelid. “No sign of petechial hemorrhage.” He glanced at the man’s torso and then at the woman’s.
“What?” asked Cole, who’d noted his quizzical look.
“The bodies have been moved. And their shirts were taken off.”
“How do you know that?” asked Cole.
He pointed to some pale marks on the arms and around the necks of both. “Those are vibices. Pressure on the capillaries from tight clothing keeps them from filling. That means they had shirts on for a while after death. And after death blood pools by gravity to the lowest parts of the body.”
“Lividity,” said Cole.
He said, “Right. Six hours after death the capillaries coagulate. Then you have permanent postmortem staining.”
“Why would they take their shirts off after killing them?”
Lou said, “Well, we don’t know anybody killed them, do we? Maybe they committed suicide. Took poison or something and took their shirts off before they croaked.”
Puller shook his head at this suggestion. “Tox screens will tell for certain. But in most poisoning cases the hypostatic areas have distinct colorings, cherry red, red, red-brown, or dark brown. Don’t see any of that here.”
Cole examined each of their hands. “No sign of defensive wounds. Nails look relatively clean. But why take off the shirts? Especially her. I mean, if I’m a woman and I kill myself, I sure as hell don’t want to be found topless.”
She drew her gaze away from the woman’s heavy, veined breasts, which sagged nearly to her belly button.
Puller said, “The killers took off the shirts because they wanted us to work a little harder to find out how these people died.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning the shirts had bloodstains on them.”
“How do you know that?”
He pointed to a spot where the woman’s right breast attached to her chest. “Blood soaked through the shirt and some of it got lodged in that crevice. Killers must’ve missed it, but they did a good job cleaning up everything else, because there would have been blood and tissue spatters.”
“Okay, but from where and what?” exclaimed Cole.
Puller bent down and carefully lifted up the man’s right eyelid. “Would’ve seen this earlier, but I opened the wrong one.”
Cole leaned in closer. “Damn.”
The eye was gone. In its place was a dark, blistered hole. “Contact wound,” said Puller. “We’ll find powder in the wound track. Small caliber. Check the woman.”
Cole slapped on gloves. The woman’s left eye was just a hole too. Gray brain matter clustered around the opening.
“Only seen that once before,” said Puller. “In Germany. Soldier on soldier. Special Forces. Their knowledge base on killing people runs pretty deep.”
Cole straightened up and put her hands on her hips. “Why the subterfuge? Even if we didn’t catch it here, the post would have.”
“The post might have. Maybe they were counting on you having to get a paramedic to do the cutting and missing it. Or no X-ray so they don’t see the bullet in the brain. Happens all the time, unfortunately, and they probably thought it was worth a shot here. The good news is there’s no exit wound on either one. That means the rounds are still in them.” He eyed Lou. “This is obviously not the guy you spoke with yesterday.”
“No. He was a lot thinner and was clean-shaven,” conceded Lou a bit lamely.
“Give us a full description of him.”
Lou did so.
Puller said, “We’ll have to check for ID here.”
Cole spoke up. “And this guy was obviously already dead when that guy was pulling a slick one on you, Lou. Get his description to dispatch and put out a BOLO. Go do it now, although the guy’s probably long gone.”
Lou left and she turned to Puller. “Now we’ve got two crime scenes to work. This is going to drain my resources fast. Think the Army can spare some more people?”
“Don’t know,” said Puller, who thought, They could only spare me initially. Does that change now or not?
“Well, they have to be connected. At least we know that. Way too big a coincidence to have two murders on the same street at the same time by two different sets of killers.”
When he didn’t respond to this she said again, “They have to be connected, right?”
“Nothing has to be anything. It has to be proven.”
“But you got any early theories as to why they might be tied together?”
Puller eyed the window. “That looks directly across to the Reynolds place.”
Cole went to stand by the window and looked out. “So you’re thinking these folks saw something over there and had to be silenced?”
“But if you reverse it the Reynoldses’ front window looks right back at this place.”
Cole nodded, seeing where this line of reasoning was going. “So it’s chicken and egg? Who saw what first?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, it really has to be one or the other.”
“No it doesn’t,” said Puller.