Killed footballer Ch 01

"Everyone how the police learned of the existence of this body in a ditch?" I asked aloud.
"I can answer that." a voice called. It was Mr. Colburn, who owned the farm to the north. He stood
by the ambulance, watching us. "I saw some light when I came out of my house there. I have
binoculars to see what was going on, and I saw car lights and flashlights. Thought kids messing
around possibly drug deal going down, so I called the police. I went down the first police car arrived
to tell them what I saw. "
"I appreciate that, sir." I said. "Hicks, Johnson, see anything?"
"No, sir." Hicks said. "We were lucky to hit the body. Here We parked at the intersection and started
looking around, and I happened to shine my light down into the gutter, and a flash of white caught
my attention."
"Yes." I said. "Lucky. Very lucky to come across it. Mr. Colburn, I appreciate your help, and now you
can go home if you do not mind. Paramedics, you should go ahead and take your body to the police
morgue? Ask them to obtain fingerprints and immediately start trying to find the body, and report its
findings to Detective Nash, who is now in charge of things, whether they realize it or not. "I looked
at Martin, who did not allow his facial expression changes nodded acknowledgment of your task.
"Tanya, I am your crime lab team get the tire tracks off a dirt road?" I asked.
"They do it now." she said. I looked where she was the woman from plaster to get an impression of
tires; that already is in the infrared photo, as well as visible light. Ah, technology ...
At that moment the car stopped. It was Britt Maxwell.
"Torres, continue to work with Nash, it will be an excellent practical experience for you." I said as
we approached Britt. "Now I want you all to look the other way while Captain Maxwell and I have a
little walk to the edge of Coltrane."
As Britt and I started down the road, I heard Tanya behind her say, "Congratulations, Martin! This is
a big problem that they are assigned to a case such as this ..."
Part 3 to 1 Roadblocks
As we walked down the dirt road, I filled Britt in the situation ends with "I wanted to come
with me because we are on a national level, and if the sheriff department Coltrane County
come and see what we do, we need to have SBI's badges. "
"They are still angry." Britt said. "They hate our guts, or should I say your intestines,
which means that the Police Town & County."
"Why is it so?" I said, when I examined the tire tracks on the road.
"They are small, rural, ten thousand people in the region, tops." Britt replied. "They have
resources we do ..." She paused and then added that to tease me, "... and they do not have
Iron Sochor."
"They have me right now." I said. "Be careful in the irrigation ditch."
"What are we looking for?" she asked.
"Dead man's clothes." I replied.
We had walked about half a mile, I turned and looked back: blue light our own police cars
were barely visible in the distance. I could actually see the road without my flashlight, like
breaking dawn gathering strength.
I stopped, I saw a lot of tire tracks, some in a circular pattern, only one set to the north. I
also saw a lot of clues to the ditch. When I looked up, I heard the call Britt "There is
something!"
The ditch was red golf / polo shirt, white khaki shorts and sneakers. Very casual wear. I
quickly looked around and saw some signs of slight traces. I also saw a recess on the side
of wadded clothes in the ditch, which was wet and muddy.
"Britt, who can call to explore a bag this dress without SBI to all concerned?" I asked when
I went down into the ditch to look for clothes. I noticed that the clothing was deeply
stained, which means that it was not the body, but thrown separately into the ditch. I also
noticed that the deep pit next to the clothes looked as if the body had been thrown there.
There were boot marks around the indentation, as well, though the prints were only
partial.
"Maybe some call Campus Police guys." Britt said. "But apart from me, should be of
jurisdiction here, too."
"Shit." I said when I saw the lights of cars approaching from the south. "They're here.'s Not
much time." I quickly took pictures and examined the clothes. There was no identification,
no wallet. I made it out of the ditch, as well as two Coltrane County Sheriff vehicles
stopped. He sees us, they turned on their blue lights and shone a strong light on our faces.
"And who are you?" Sheriff said, getting out of the first car. He was a little overweight, but
not so much, and his mustache was gray spray. I knew from the first meeting with him,
though; I could not really see more than his silhouette right now.
The deputy got out of the first car, too. He was young, clean-shaven, just a little too fresh
faces, but I knew it was not green rookie. Two other policemen got out of the other car, but
the door remained open, martial preparatory materials.
"We are SBI, Sheriff." I said most commanding voice. Britt and I held our SBI badges with
our left hand, without having to hold if we had to draw our weapons right hand. With law
enforcement Coltrane County, one was best advised to be prepared for anything.
Sheriff and took his hands from their holster, but the other two in a row did not release
their attitudes or come out from behind the car door.
"We are investigating the murder, which took place on the road, just across the county
line. Seems that it is the dead man's clothes." I said.
"Is it true?" Sheriff said laconically. "And you did not have the decency to call me before
coming to my region, what?"
"We found the body, did not have time to call you." I said.
"Sheriff, do you mind if we take a closer look at those clothes?" He said Britt.
"Why yes, I do mind." the sheriff said, his voice a whisper, but with an ominous threat to
him. "Deputy Strait, call our forensic team to come at eight o'clock." Deputy Strait went to
the car and got on the radio.
"Come on, Sheriff, you know, time is of the essence -" began Britt, but I tapped her
shoulder to her quiet. The Sheriff is the second top, feigned indignation expression on his
face.
"You fucking bitch, you do not need me to" come "in my county, you fucking understand
me? I just said that my people will examine the evidence, and I'll do it on my own damn
time, you can hear me, bitch?" he said, his voice rough rasp. He went and looked into the
trench, as the morning light grew stronger. I noticed him looking over the country.
"Sheriff, is there any reason why you would not want to help us solve a murder? Asked
myself.
"Do you think that people can become just walk into my region without my say and do
whatever the hell hell, please? Huh?" I noticed that the sheriff walked to intentionally
tread in the footsteps of the way, utterly destroying them as evidence.
"I answered him, Captain." I said. "Let's get out of here." I turned and began to walk back
to the road, north to home. Fortunately, Britt came right along.
"Hey, I thought I could go the hell?" The sheriff shouted. I stopped and looked back, my
hand hovering over my gun.
"What are you going to do, Sheriff? Shoot us in the back?" I asked, my voice cold and
confrontational.
"I'm damn well too." the sheriff said, his hand going for his gun.
"Before you do something stupid," I said, my voice to stop him "better understand that
there are several police cars just over the county line. They heard the shots and go straight
on here to find out what shots were about. And when we find dead will blow their asses off,
without bothering to say a word. They will chase you to the city and kill you in front of
everyone, that there could be observed.'s up to you, Sheriff, if you want to die today . "
After long seconds of silence, pregnant with tension, I said, "No, sir, let's go."
We turned and started to walk again to the north. The sheriff did not try to stop us, but I
knew that in their cars remotely. We made it back to our side of the county line, where
forensic teams were wrapping up, especially when shooting markings as light even better.
To everyone's shock, County Sheriff Coltrane had his three deputies standing side by side
in a row, three feet inside the county line on its side, holding a shotgun to "port arms". The
sheriff stood by them with his arms crossed.
"Make damn sure it's not over County Line, Shitheads." The sheriff said, when we looked at
them. My kids looked at me, "What the hell is that?" looks.
I went into his SUV and placed phone calls Hugh Hewitt says he put together four of his
"better trained" guys, which means that new officers that we do in the SWAT team, once
politicians leave us. I told him to come with them wearing "heavy equipment", which means
full bulletproof riot gear, and that loaded shotgun.
They got there in fifteen minutes and I had to stand off to Coltrane County deputies,
standing on the edge of County Road 2, facing hostile deputies with shotguns my boys at
"port arms". I gave orders to the boys, and everyone in the negotiations that if Coltrane
County deputies even pointed their guns across the county that our boys were on their
blow, kill without hesitation or qualm.
"My guys are wearing bulletproof gear, Sheriff." I said. "Your looking mighty little in their
bare shirt. Besides, Sheriff ... your lack of co-operation will be known SBI and FBI as well. I
think that government control of every aspect of your County, from Water Works to
dogcatcher record is fine, vis say ? "
"Fuck you, Mr. Iron Crowbar ... yeah, I know who the hell you are." the sheriff said. "And to
your auditors so that they will not find shit wrong in my region. They know better."
The sheriff removed his representative until the last of my team is packed up and went
home.
Part 4 - It's in the bag
I was in the room from the MCD 07.00, drinking delicious and nutritious Carnation
chocolate cocktail and watch the morning news. No way I'd miss a day without seeing
beautiful
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" said the beautiful redhead reporter
who stood at the edge of Highway 2, near the place where the crime was. "Channel Two
News learned that the dead body was found in a culvert just down the road from our
position here. Victim is described as a young white man. Was found without clothes, and he
had no ID on him. Police say there was no blood no signs of violence, but that the murder
has not been ruled out at this early stage of the investigation ... "
The remainder of Bettina was meaningless, but my attention was arrested by something
else Bettina said, "Let's get straight to the national table and Priya Ajman, current
information on drug shootout in Miami"
"Thank you, Bettina!" said a beautiful Indian woman. "This is Priya Ajman, KXTC Channel
Two News! FBI updated us on the shootout in Miami a few weeks ago that left six dead and
two seriously injured. One killed, was a junior diplomat from the Venezuelan delegation
that has been participation in the OAS diplomatic conference . Venezuelan government
accused the United States of lax security, but the Foreign Ministry reiterated that the
diplomat left the safety zone around the hotel and conference center, and has been
bringing together at two in the morning with known drug smugglers. quantities of drugs,
as well as weapons and other weapons were found at the scene. seems that there was a
falling out between gangs do a deal, and in a shootout Venezuelan diplomat was shot eight
times ... "
When I thought to myself, if Miami police will not bother checking gauges of the bullets
that hit sleazebag Venezuelan diplomat, I saw the boss walk down the hall and into his
office. I followed him to report on the situation at home, be sure to bring a cup of coffee
for him.
"So you've built four of our guys directly against them, huh?" The boss said, after I finished
my message, smiling, as he sat and drank coffee. "Shit, the sheriff there is a real idiot and
a jerk, too. On the frame is dirty as hell.'re Lucky he did not shoot in the back when you
left him. So you watched him tread on the trail of evidence about the purpose, is not it? "
"Yes, sir," I said, "and I do not know how we have the right clothes."
"Well," said the chief, "we simply formally ask for evidence of the burden of the team, but
the guys are not detective Perlman and her team. They are so bad that it will be useless,
you will not find anything but their contamination." < br />
"Yeah, I know." I said, frustrated. "And to know that the place without putting in SBI,
that's what I do not know how to do it."
"I'll be honest with you, my boy," said the head of Griswold, subconsciously calling me
"baby" whenever he something to teach me, "a case that straddles County Line, as it has
almost SBI is brought, especially if it is a piece of shit like Bozo Coltrane in the county. "
"So who can bring in the fact that we believe in half?" I asked. "Ted Crenshaw? Carter
Fischer?"
"I think Ted Orosco if he was not in Midtown." the chief said, "but I'll tell you, allow me to
work through some channels to see what I can do."
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At 09:00, Martin Nash came to the office of Chief to give me my first message.
"First, I found the skin under the victim's fingernails, and some body fluids from the area
and just inside the tip of his penis." Martin Nash said. "Tanya -. Detective Perlman is very
excited about the possibility of DNA evidence on women, she believes, that he had sex with
when he died"
"This is good news." I said. "You have no idea who it is?"
"Not yet. Fingerprints appeared negative." He said Nash. "No wonder .. he's young,
probably was not arrested or anything like that, no missing persons reports have been filed
with us, or University police state in this field or FBI I spoke with Captain Maxwell, and she
got its people work to see if the guy will come as a student of the university. "
"You should contact the athletic department?" I asked.
"I called, but no one there or at the offices of coaches. Captain Maxwell said handle
contact from now on."
"Any ideas about what happened crowbar?" asked the boss.
"No, sir." I said. "I am eagerly awaiting toxicology message. Detective Perlman said she was
trying to have a preliminary report noon poisoning. Drugs, alcohol, something aside in
connection with my first thought. Martin, any ideas?"
"I totally agree with you." Martin Nash said. "I think that identifying the guy will be the
hardest part. Soon as we have it, we'll find out if overdosed at a party or something."
"So why dump the body in a ditch on County Road 2?" the boss asked slyly.
"More than that, boss ..." I said. "Why body moved into our County after being dumped in
the county Coltrane? "
"What is?" the chief said. Martin Nash looked at me as well.
"The body was dumped in a ditch in Coltrane County and the victim's clothes thrown into
the ditch with him." I said. "I believe that someone then moved the body to our County, so
the clothes behind. There were tons of trails leading up to the dirt road to the place it was
found that dress ... but only one hundred feet to come to the county line."
"Why the fuck would anyone want to do that?" the chief said.
I shrugged. "I do not know."
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At noon, the boss called me into his office.
"I am a representative of the Strait Coltrane County on track." said. "It's the speaker.
Speak, Deputy Strait!"
"Boss, I was wondering if you could send Lieutenant crowbar guy in our town Buford?" said
Deputy Strait.
"Why?" asked the boss.
"We would like his help investigate a serious accident., Our sheriff was found dead on the
seat of his car a few minutes ago."
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I had Cindy Ross and Hugh Hewitt come with me to wear their bulletproof vests harder
because my bodyguards. I also wore my lightweight bulletproof vest under my uniform
shirt. I am carrying his blue mallet, while Cindy had a police baton and Hugh held his
hands loose and ready to use their weapons into the case.
"Sheriff Strait," I said, a deputy title, as if to worry about now, "What happened here?" I
looked at the body of the sheriff sitting in the driver's seat of his car as if he were ready to
pull out of the parking lot. He was wearing sunglasses and had a seat belt on.
"First of all, Lieutenant," said Strait, very wisely, "I want to tell you how sorry I am, what
happened this morning. My representatives were just following orders."
"I'm not sure." I said. "I hope that you or anyone else sheriff is not such an asshole."
"Yes, sir, I agree with you." He said Strait. He reminded me officer Pete Feeley:. Young,
eager to please, maybe too much, and desiring to be something he was not prepared to
"Who found him?" I asked.
"I am." Strait said.
"What did he do and where to go from when you left this morning, County Line until you
find the body?" I asked.
"We came here and he was in his office all day." He said Strait. "I know, said our state
representative and state senator to complain about you, and then closed the door and
made more calls, but I do not know who to. Then said he was going to go out, I 't say
where, and went to his car. I looked a few minutes later and he was still sitting there, so I
went to see if he needed anything. "
I had a magnifying glass as he spoke Strait. It was rectangular instead of circular. I looked
at the dead sheriff neck collar shirt line, and saw what I expected to see.
"Strait, look at this." I said. Strait looked with a magnifying glass. "You see that little red
spot on the neck, back here on the left hand side just a shirt collar line, I think this is
where the syringe needle stuck in his throat and he was injected with something. Too!" I
said, pointing to the other members. "Come look at this. Ross, Hewitt, you can look too."
Like all took turns examining a little red dot with glass, I said, "Sheriff Strait, I would
suggest that you tell your pathologist to perform a full toxicology workup on the body. Or
better yet, you can call the SBI or FBI and ask them to help with crime. "
"Yes, sir, but what happened?" Asked Strait.
"I think that when your sheriff got in the car, sometimes very quickly came up to him, put a
gun to sleep and told him not to move, and then inject him with the drug. It is fast acting,
and the offender may stay for a few seconds possession of the sheriff with a gun in his
hand before escaping.'d suggest you get your people to canvas the area and see if they
were seeing some unusual people in the parking lot or on the car window, when the sheriff
came in. "
"Could the perpetrator was in the car waiting for him?" She asked Cindy.
"Maybe," I said, "but you would have thought the perpetrator would then drive off sheriff
ways before submitting it. Also, there is a plexi between the front and rear seats, so if the
sheriff was injected through a Plexiglas window in the middle, I would expect that the
injection will take place on the right side of the neck, where it is in the left side. "