Free Zero Day by David Baldacci Page B

original spot. The impressions were nearly identical.
    Cole said, “Somebody already set up a tripod here. Why?”
    Puller looked at the spot and then over at the bodies all lined up. “Bodies in a row, on a couch. Tripod in front, camera mounted on it.”
    “They were filming the Reynoldses?” said Cole.
    Puller took several shots of the impressions. “No, they were
interrogating
them.”

CHAPTER
    14
    H OURS LATER they had finished photographing the four bodies and processing other parts of the crime scene. Puller and Monroe had laid the bodies next to each other on white plastic sheeting spread on the floor. Larry Wellman’s body had been brought up and was lying in a zippered body bag in the dining room. There were no defensive wounds on Wellman or the Reynoldses. They had all apparently been taken by surprise.
    Puller had recorded his observations and used the device he’d previously stuck in his belt to help him organize the investigation. Monroe had excitedly asked him what the tool was.
    “Army calls it a CSED, or Crime Scene Exploitation Device. It’s a camera with a bar coder, digital screen, labeler, and printer all rolled into one. It’s got a flip-out USB so I can down- and upload from my laptop. My digital recorder has the same capability. And it has an electronic transcriber so it’ll automatically type out what I’ve recorded by voice. I’m not great on the keyboard.”
    “That is beyond cool,” said Monroe.
    “Don’t get too excited, Lan,” said Cole. “Doubt there’s money in the budget for us to get one of those.”
    Puller glanced at Cole. “Tell me about the dog that was here.”
    “Collie. Got a colleague taking care of it. Friendly thing.”
    “Okay, but any of the neighbors report hearing any barking?”
    “Dog can’t bark,” replied Cole. “Probably the only reason they let it live.”
    “A dog that can’t bark?”
    “Well, it hasn’t once barked for us. Might’ve had an operationdone. That can sometimes screw up the bark. At least according to a vet friend of mine that I asked.”
    Looking down at the lined-up bodies, Cole said, “You said they were interrogated but didn’t really explain what you meant. They obviously weren’t being interrogated after they were killed. So why line them up on the couch after they were dead?”
    “I think the person wanted to see them being interrogated. And they also wanted to see on the video that they were dead.”
    “So they were broadcasting the video out to someone else?”
    “That’s how I read it.”
    Cole slowly nodded. “So if we can get our hands on the video, there might be some clues. One of the killers might have stepped in front of the camera, for example. Or maybe it might have caught a reflection of one or more of them.”
    “That’s true. But odds are if we find the video, we’ll find the killers too. That’s not something they’ll leave lying around.”
    “Well, let’s hope that happens.”
    “We need to get the bodies to a refrigerated environment soon and then have the posts done,” said Puller as he stared down at the decomposing bodies. “At some point courtroom evidence starts falling apart. How’s it coming with your doctor friend?”
    “Should know something definitive later today.”
    Puller knelt down next to Matt Reynolds. “Shotgun to the face. Less than three feet away, minimal pellet dispersal, wadding in the wounds. If the muzzle was choke-bored it could muddy that analysis.” He indicated the wadding. “Lan, have you taken a sample yet to verify gauge?”
    “Yeah. Haven’t done the test yet, but I hope once I compare the diameter with sample wads it’ll give us an answer.”
    Puller turned to the wife’s body. “I measured the distance between pellets, and that together with no central wound or wadding means she was probably shot from farther away than ten feet.”
    “But down in the basement,” said Cole, who knelt next to him.
    “Presumably. But serology results will