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Outside, Gleason and Sams were interviewing customers, and we started on the tellers.
The bank loan officer, who actually hadn’t been close to the shooter, gave us the best clue. “She spit on the floor before leaving.”
“Who?”
“The woman who collected the money.”
I urged our witness toward the front door. “Could you point out where?”
Approaching the glass door, she pointed to the right hand side about ten feet in, where a wet spot showed on the floor.
“And you’re sure it was the woman?” Neil asked.
“Absolutely. It was as they were leaving.”
“I’ll get forensics on it,” I told Neil.
He took her away from the door, and I went inside.
The forensics team was concentrating on the row of teller stations when I pulled aside the lead and pointed out the spit smear. “Spit from the female Unsub. We need DNA on that expedited.”
“We can’t expedite every damned sample,” she shot back.
“Tracy, have I asked you to expedite anything in the past two weeks? I just need this one fast.”
She snorted. “Right. It’s been three weeks. I’ll put it in to the lab, but you know how backed up they are.” She leaned over. “You’re in luck Adam.”
“How so?”
“There’s blood in this. It’ll run well.”
We had run through a half dozen interviews before Dempsey called.
“Cartwright,” I answered.
“Tell me we have a solid lead on this Fawkes Crew.”
“We have a face this time, and possibly DNA from the third Unsub.”
“I thought there were only two.”
“This time they brought along a third.”
“Because of the shooting, this one’s all over the news, and you and Boxer are making us look bad by not catching these guys. This is our home turf. You’re the lead on this one, Cartwright. You need to work it harder and close this.”
He’d said all there was to say about who was getting the blame for the case still being open.
“We’re on it. Like I said, we now have a face and DNA.” Thinking positively, I didn’t hedge it aspossibleDNA.
He let me go after another admonition that the clock was ticking.
We finished interviews and were reviewing the surveillance video in the back room when the text arrived.
KELLY: What time are you picking me up?
I checked my watch and put the phone away. “Neil, I gotta get going.”
“Sure thing, Romeo. I wouldn’t want you to be late for date night. I’ll catch a ride back with Gleason.”
