“No. The rooms were orderly. There was no evident disturbance, no blood or shell casings, et cetera.”
Davis said, “Now, were you told that a man may have been dismembered in the bathtub of the defendant’s house?”
“I was.”
“And you did all the normal tests for trace evidence, did you not?”
“Yes, we did.”
“Come up with anything evidentiary?”
“No.”
“Find any evidence that showed that the blood had been cleaned up?”
“Nope.”
“No bleach or anything like that?”
“No.”
“Lieutenant Clapper, let me just give you the whole laundry list at once and save a little time here. The walls hadn’t been repainted, the rugs hadn’t been cleaned? You didn’t find an implement that could have been used to dismember a body?”
“No.”
“So it’s fair to say that you and your team did everything you could do to ascertain the manner in which a crime was committed — or even if a crime was committed?”
“We did.”
“Based on your experience and your examination of the so-called crime scene, please tell the jury — did you find any evidence, direct or indirect, that links Junie Moon to the alleged murder of Michael Campion?”
“No.”
“Thank you. That’s all I have for this witness, Your Honor.”
Chapter 73
YUKI WAS STILL STEAMING from Red Dog’s rebuke. Or maybe she was hot under the collar because he’d been right.
Learn to love the beast.
Yuki slapped her pen down on her notepad, straightened her jacket as she stood, and approached Charlie Clapper at the stand.
“Lieutenant, I won’t keep you long.”
“No problem, Ms. Castellano.”
“You’re a member of law enforcement, right?”
“Yes.”
“And in the course of your twenty-five-year-long career in vice, homicide, and crime scene investigation, have you been involved in matters concerning prostitutes?”
“Certainly.”
“Are you familiar, generally speaking, with the lives of prostitutes and their customs?”
“I’d say so.”