“You say these idiots ransacked your crime scene?”
Jeter gulped.
“Well, yes. Sir. They kinda just showed up. I thought they were from the lab, and before I knew it they were moving the bodies, and the one in the white suit stuck a metal thing inside one of ‘em and came up with that.” He pointed at the bloody fingernail in the evidence bag.
Pitts breathed out of his nose.
“Bring these morons to me.”
He heard Topher a full minute before he saw him.
“. . . about bloody time you retrieved us from that hell hole!” he shouted from the hallway.
“Topher, please.”
“No, I will not ‘please’, Gertrude. And thank you very much! I’m unaccustomed to this kind of treatment. Bars on the windows, a single toilet in the corner. How do they expect me to contemplate the night in such primitive surround
