Free Progeny by E. H. Reinhard Page B

parking lot. It looks like he was taken from there. The inhaler is down in forensics being printed. We also have a few items that we can get a DNA sample from. We met the daughter. She says her father was a juror on the Redding case.”
    “A juror?”
    “Correct,” I said.
    “What about the second victim? Juror as well?”
    “We haven’t gotten that far, Cap.”
    “Let’s get someone on that ASAP,” Bostok said.
    “I’m going to head down to the lab and double check the file boxes on the case now. I don’t remember seeing juror names, though.” I looked at Hank. “Do you?”
    He shook his head.
    I looked back at the captain. “I’d like to get a meeting set up in a little bit here. Maybe bring in Donner and Jones for extra help. We need more manpower working toward the same goal—getting whoever is doing this off the street and behind bars before there are more victims,” I said.
    “Okay. I’ll get Sergeant Timmons and a couple of his guys over as well. What time are we thinking?” Bostok asked.
    I looked at my watch. “Say an hour?”
    “That’s fine. I’m sure Major Danes will want to be a part of this. I’ll let him know. Do we have anything else to go on with forensics?”
    “We have a partial heel print from a shoe they are looking into. It looks like it may be a woman’s,” Hank said.
    “A woman?”
    Hank nodded.
    “Okay. I should probably call Sam in for the meeting as well. We are going to have to put something together for the press. I saw that they were out at Wesley Chapel.”
    “Yeah, probably ten vans,” I said.
    “Okay. Get to it. I’ll get on the phone with everyone.”
    “Sounds good, Cap,” I said.
    Hank and I left Bostok’s office. I walked down the hall toward the bank of elevators. Hank went to make copies of everything we had so far, to distribute at our meeting.
    I thumbed the button for the elevator and glanced at the lights above. One car was up on the sixth floor, and the other was on ground level. I opted for the stairs.
    I walked into the forensics lab and spotted Rick at a table toward the back. He saw me and waved me over.
    “Get something?” I asked.
    Laid out on the table was the gauze the man had been wrapped in, along with the winching system used to hoist the body at the LaSalle house. “The gauze looks like a dead end again, but there’s prints all over this winch.”
    “Good. Have we run them yet?”
    “I’m just starting to pull them.”
    “Anything else?” I asked.
    “Pax pulled prints from the inhaler. He’s running them as we speak.”
    “Okay. Where are the file boxes from the Redding case?”
    “Back in my office.”
    “I need to check something quick,” I said.
    “Sure, go ahead.”
    I walked into his office and found the box from the trial. I browsed through the sheets of paper but found nothing with juror names.
    My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Ed was calling. I clicked Talk. “Yeah, Ed.”
    “I spoke with Marion Rappaport.”
    “Okay.”
    “I think we have a positive identification here.”
    “How’s that?”
    “Well, aside from the same medications in the toxicology report, the eye color, height, weight, all of that is there as well. We’ll still need a DNA match to confirm, but I’d say we’re at a percentage in the nineties.”
    “Okay, Ed. Did you hear that we got another?”
    “Yeah, Pasco coroner called me. We’re a tight bunch. I was actually going to take a ride over there.”
    “Sure. Let me know if you need anything or get anything. I know we didn’t contact anyone as far as next of kin. I’m not sure if the Pasco County sheriffs did. We’re not a hundred percent that it is the homeowner, though it looks like it.”
    “I’ll see what I can find out there. I’ll be in touch later.”
    “Thanks, Ed.” I hung up, left Rick’s office, and went back to the workstation where Rick continued to examine the winch. “How long do you have here?” I asked.
    “Maybe a half hour with