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What, if anything, would his work for the CIA have to do with his apparent
suicide?
When the rest of the morning-shift come in, he calls in John Taylor and Isaak
Ziegniew, the two who attended the crime scene first. Mario knows the Feds will
show up sometime today, and they’ll be all over this case, so he wants the chance
to examine it first, since this is his city. The phone records show the wife made a
few calls after discovering her dead husband, yet her first call was to Talal Ahem.
Mario has seen this triangle scenario before: an unfaithful woman and a husband
very committed to his work. He wonders whether there is a hidden motive
involved, which plays a role in the death of this man. Yet, the evidence, which
never lies, clearly points to suicide. Mario still questions why the hell a man takes
his life with his service revolver while crying.
His two officers come in and he asks them to sit down.
“What I want you two to do is to go by the medical examiner’s office and see
whether you can speed things up a bit. The Feds should be here soon and I want
us to have some ground covered before their arrival.”
“What are we looking for, boss?” John asks.
“We have a basic idea from our physical inspection yesterday, but I want to
know about the ballistics, about the prints on the gun, about the guy having
traces of tears on his cheeks, all that. The ME must have finished the autopsy
some time this morning and I want you to be there to get the report as soon as it’s
available. I want to look at it before the federal guys.”
“Okay, boss,” they answer together.
“Alright then, why are you still here? Go, go.”
A few minutes later they are in an unmarked police car on their way to the
medical examiner’s office.
“Why is the boss so eager to get this damn report, Isaak?”
Isaak, a veteran cop, turns and looks at his companion.
“That’s his job, John. His job is to know before anybody else. That’s what he’s
paid for.”
“What about those two punks in the house, that prince guy with the uncle’s
limo and the other loser?”
“You didn’t like those two, John, did you?”
“I tell you, I wouldn’t mind punching them a couple of times in the gut,
that’s what I would like to do, especially that prince.”
“Why would you want to punch him, John? Because he’s an Iraqi or because
he’s rich?”
John doesn’t answer. When they arrive, the examiner hands them the report.
The Medical examiner tells them “This man floated in adrenaline…
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