Zero Day (John Puller 1)
She closed the phone.
“How many officers do you have available?” he asked.
“We’re a rural county, Puller. Lot of space, not a lot of dollars. Budget cuts have wrecked us; cut our force by a third. And three of my guys are reservists who are currently in Afghanistan. So that translates into us having a total of twenty-one uniforms to cover about four hundred square miles. And two of them are banged up from a car crash last week.”
“So nineteen. Including you?”
“Including me.”
“How many are coming now?”
“Three. And that’s a stretch. And it won’t be fast. They’re nowhere near here.”
Puller looked toward the woods. “Why don’t you stay here and wait for them and I’ll go check out whatever it was I saw in the woods.”
“Why would I stay here? I’m armed. Two’s better than one.”
“Suit yourself.” He eyed the woods, did the run-through logistics in his mind. It was so ingrained in him that he thought about it thoroughly without seeming to think about it at all.
“You ever been in the military?” he asked.
She shook her head. “State police for four years before I came back here. For the record, I’m a hell of a shot. Got the ribbons and trophies to prove it.”
“Okay, but you mind if I take the lead on this search?”
She looked out at the dark woods and then at his large, muscular physique.
“Works for me.”
CHAPTER
10
A FEW MINUTES LATER Puller glanced behind him to see Sam Cole struggling to keep up with him in the dense brush. He stopped and held up his hand. Cole froze. He swept the area in front of him with his night-vision optics. Trees, brush, the dart of a deer. Nothing that was looking to kill them.
He still didn’t move. He thought back to what he’d seen in the woods through the window. A shape, not an animal. A man. Didn’t necessarily have to be connected to the case, but probably was.
“Puller?”
He didn’t look back at her but simply waved Cole forward. She crouched next to him a few seconds later.
“You catch anything with that fancy gear of yours?”
“Just a deer and a whole lot of trees.”
“I don’t hear anything either.”
He eyed the lightening sky. “There was a searchlight on when I arrived. To the east, couple of miles away.”
“Probably mining operation.”
“Why a searchlight?”
“Chopper landing most probably. Giving the bird a target to hit.”
“Chopper landings at a coal mine in the middle of the night?”
“No law against it. And it’s not a mine. They do mountaintop extraction here. Which means they don’t tunnel under, they just blow up the mountain instead.”
Puller kept scanning ahead and on the peripheries. “Were you the one who contacted the Army about Reynolds?”
“Yes. He was in uniform. That was our first clue. And we checked his car, found his ID.” She paused. “You’ve been inside obviously. You saw he didn’t have much of a face left.”
“Did he have a briefcase or a laptop?”
“Both.”
“I’ll need to see them.”
“Okay.”
“There could be classified material in and on them.”
“Right.”
“Are they secure?”
“In our evidence room back at the station.”
Puller thought for a moment. “I need you to make sure no one tries to access them. Reynolds was DIA, Defense Intelligence. It could be a big issue if an unauthorized person gets into that stuff. A real headache you don’t need.”
“I understand. I can make a call.”
“Thanks. File said you printed him?”
“And faxed it off to the Pentagon to a number they gave us. They confirmed his ID.”
“How many crime scene techs you have?”
“One. But he’s pretty good.”
“Medical examiner?”
“Chief’s way over in Charleston along with the state medical lab.”
Puller kept scanning while he talked. Whoever had been out here was gone. “Why are the bodies still in the house?”
“A number of reasons, but mostly because we didn’t really have an appropriate place to put them.”
“Hospital?”
“Closest one is a good hour away.”
“Local ME?”
“We’re in between.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the one we had moved out of town. And he wasn’t a doctor. He was an EMT. But under state law that was good enough.”
“So who’s going to do the posts on the victims?”
“I’m trying to work that out now. Probably a local doc I know who has some forensics background. How many crime scene techs did you bring with you?”
“You’re looking at him.”
“Tech and investigator? That’s a little unusual.”
“It’s actually a smart way to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
He said, “That way nothing gets between me and the evidence. And I’ve got the Army’s Criminal Investigation Lab to fall back on. Let’s head back to the house.”
A minute later they stood in front of the four bodies. It was growing light outside but Cole turned an overhead on.
Puller said, “The integrity of the crime scene has been blown. The killers came back. They could have screwed with the evidence.”
“They could have screwed with it before too,” shot back Cole.
“Even if we get a suspect to trial, his attorney can trash the entire prosecution based on this.”
Cole said nothing. By her angry features Puller could tell that she knew this to be true.
“So what do we do about it?” she finally said.
“Nothing for now. We keep working the scene.”
“Will you have to report this back?”
He didn’t answer her. Instead he looked around and said, “The Reynoldses didn’t live here. So what were they doing here?”
“Home belongs to a Richard and Minnie Halverson. They’re Mrs. Reynolds’s parents. They live in a nursing home. Well, he does. Mrs. Halverson was living here, but she suffered a stroke recently and is at a specialty hospital over near Pikeville. Not that far as the crow flies, but on our back roads it’ll take you a good hour and a half to get there.”