The 5th Horseman

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taken to his right lung.
    “Height, weight, approximate age, manner of dress, color of her hair, eyes, the works,” he continued at last.
    “Checked all the possibles that came out of that,” said Conklin, optimism lighting his eyes.
    “And?” I asked.
    “We got a few approximate matches, but in the end they didn’t check out. One piece of good news. The lab found a print on one of her shoes.”
    I perked up.
    “It’s a partial,” Jacobi said, “but it’s something. If we ever get anything or anyone to match it to. That’s the problem so far. No links.”
    “So, what’s your next step?”
    “Lou, I was thinking that’s a trendy haircut on Caddy Girl,” Conklin said. “The cut and the color probably cost around three hundred dollars.”
    I nodded, said, “Sounds about right.” How did he know about three-hundred-dollar haircuts?
    “We’re going to canvass the fancy beauty salons. Someone might recognize her. Is that okay with you?”
    “Let me see the picture,” I said, sticking out my hand.
    Conklin reached out and handed me the dead woman’s photo. I stared at her angelic face, her tousled blond hair lying soft against the stainless-steel slab. A sheet was pulled up to her clavicle.
    My God. Who was she? And why hadn’t anyone reported her missing? And why, four days after the girl’s death, were we absolutely clueless?
    The two inspectors left my glass-walled cube, and I called out to Brenda, who settled into the side chair and flapped a notepad open on her lap.
    I began to dictate a memo-to-staff about my meeting with Tracchio, but I found it hard to focus.
    I wanted to do something today, something that mattered. I wanted to be out on the street with Conklin and Jacobi, showing Caddy Girl’s picture around “fancy beauty salons” and prospecting good neighborhoods for clues.
    I wanted to wear out my shoes on this case.
    I wanted to work in a way that made me feel as if I was doing my job instead of dictating useless, worthless memos.

    Womans Murder Club 5 - The 5th Horseman
     

     
    Chapter 24
    AT ABOUT 7:30 that evening, Claire called, saying, “Lindsay, come on down. I have something to show you.”
    I tossed the Chronicle with Cindy’s front-page story about the Municipal trial into the file basket. Then I locked up for the night. I jogged downstairs to the morgue hoping for a breakthrough.
    Hoping for something!
    One of Claire’s assistants, a smart cookie named Everlina Ferguson, was closing a drawer on a gunshot victim when I got there. Ug-ly.
    Claire was washing up. “Give me half a minute,” she said.
    “Take the full minute,” I replied.
    I poked around the place until I found Caddy Girl’s photos tacked to the wall. God, this case was bugging the hell out of me.
    “What did you make of that perfume she was wearing?” I called out to Claire.
    “Funny thing about that. It was only evident on her genitalia,” Claire called back. She turned off the faucets, dried her hands, then extracted two bottles of Perrier from the little fridge under her desk.
    She opened them and handed one to me.
    “Lots of girls these days like to perfume their gardens,” she went on. “So normally I wouldn’t even mention it in my report. But this girl, she didn’t dab it anywhere else. Not on her cleavage or wrists or behind the ears.”
    We clinked bottles, each took a long drink.
    “Struck me as unusual, so I sent a swab of the perfume to the lab. They kicked it back,” Claire said a moment later. “They can’t ID it. Don’t have the right equipment. Don’t have the time.”
    “No time to solve the crime,” I groused.
    “It’s always a three-legged sack race around here,” Claire said, pushing papers around on her desk.
    “But I got back the labs on the sexual-assault kit. Hang on. It’s right here.”
    Eyes glinting, she seized a brown envelope, pulled out the sheet of paper, and pinned it to her desk with a forefinger, saying, “The stain on her skirt was, in fact, semen,

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