Ancient Thievery Paige stood, gathered up her notes and made her way to the door. It was time to call it a night. All things considered, she’d had a productive day. They had finished searching the mine, and she had two prime suspects in her robbery/murder case. Time to head home, have a glass of wine and spend a few hours with a good friend.
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Paige looked up when Sean stepped into the office. “You look tired... and grumpy.” “That’s because I am tired and grumpy,” Sean dropped into her chair. “Any luck on the trip up north?” “Some,” he admitted. “But it was a long way to drive for very little information.” Paige waited. Sean dropped a set of photos on the desk. “The ME has ruled it a homicide. The bone expert has determined our guy was killed by a blow to the head with a blunt object.” “We already knew that,” Paige frowned. “The caved in skull is what I like to call... a clue.” Sean smiled. “That’s not the part I learned. Patience never was one of your virtues,” Sean paused. “Our expert has determined our guy was hit in the back of the head with some kind of hammer or odd shaped rock. He goes down, that blow alone would have killed him, but our guy’s not taking any chances. So, once Crosby is sprawled on the ground, dead. The killer takes a couple more swings, striking him in the right temple with the same object. He’s then drug by his legs down that tunnel and dumped in the corner.” “How could they possibly know he was drug by his legs?” “Something about a dislocated knee,” Sean swiped his hand through the air. “I didn’t need to know how. She’s the expert.” Paige laughed. “And you call me impatient. You never could sit still long enough to understand the details.” “Well,” Sean continued. “Now all we have to do is find something smaller than a hammer with a square end that a guy could swing a couple times and kill his buddy. That thing about no honor among thieves...” Sean paused. “Guess that’s true when it comes to over a million in cash.”