04:40 am
Something ain't sittin' right. Walters says
there's a mix-up in the tox lab and he's finding duplicate results on separate
vics. I don’t believe in coincidence, so I take a big chance and step
outside my authority.
Before the transport moves Ricki Harrison’s body
to the medical examiner’s, I tell Johnson I want him to take specimens and
check for sexual assault, here in the transport, before she leaves for the ME’s
office downtown. I tell him to run an independent tox screen on the sly. I want
to compare his results against those from the ME’s office. He’s not happy about
skirting procedure, not to mention undressing a dead woman in the back of the body transport, so I put a female officer in the van with him to cover his
ass.
Mine, not so much.
Then before I hang up with Walters, I tell him to
run tests on the baby bottle from the Templeton case since it was not tested. Kara
Templeton died from a commercial grade of cyanide. The same water was in the
baby’s bottle. I wanna see if the cyanide matches.
Walters complains about his social life and
Johnson thinks I’ve gone nuts.
I gotta think Johnson might be right.
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