It was Detective Chuck Thomas’ first big case, and he was clueless. In his eyes, everyone was a suspect, especially if they looked like a killer. This would definitely be a learn-as-you-go case. The salon crawled with crime scene technicians and local law enforcement officers. But he was the top dog on this case.
Chuck looked down on the body amid camera flashes. He took detailed notes of the crime scene because he could never rely on his faulty memory. It appeared to be several blows to the back of the head that killed her, but he knew he would need confirmation. The victim lay face down in a pile of cardboard boxes. And as far as he could tell, there were no signs of a struggle.
He left the storage room in search of the only probable witness. Deep in his gut, he was confident he’d have the case locked up by the day’s end.
“Excuse me, are you Detective Thomas?”
He turned to face the voice, and after a quick inspection, he knew his day had just gotten better. “Yes. And you are?”
“I’m Dara Stevens.” Her voice dropped. “I called it in.”
“Is there somewhere private we can talk?”