“It stuck out like a sore thumb, but there used to be a chair and a lamp here. It wasn’t in any of the other photographs, just that one. The accident happened at night, and the lighting wasn’t the best in here when they were called in to process the scene.”
I can tell by the way his mouth falls open that he’s impressed. Moving closer to the wall, he’s mere inches from the small smear. “It’s definitely a partial fingerprint. There’s no doubt about it.”
I stand over him. “I just wonder if it’s enough for the system to scan in.” We don’t always need a full print to get a match with our technology, but only when it’s the right part of the print. There have been many times it hasn’t been enough, and the whole case fell apart.
Smiling, he opens the kit and pulls out his brush and powder. Jera
