“You the ME? Got a preliminary cause and time of death?”
She glanced at him in surprise and then looked around until she saw Andrews standing in the doorway. He grudgingly nodded at her as he walked up to stand next to Decker.
“Iamthe ME, Helen Jacobs. We’re looking at a pair of GSWs to the chest, looks like they pierced the heart. Death instantaneous. TOD is between midnight and two a.m. last night.”
White said, “Any signs of forced entry?”
“None,” replied Andrews. “And who called you guys down here, Agent White?”
“SAC John Talbott out of the WFO. Give me your number and I’ll text you his contact info. I thought you had been informed.”
Andrews did so and White sent him the info.
“Anything taken?” asked White.
“Still checking. Nothing readily apparent.”
“Name of the deceased?” asked White.
“Alan Draymont,” replied Jacobs.
“We understand he was private security,” said Decker. “Who with?”
“Gamma Protection Services,” answered Andrews. “We contacted them and will set up an interview.”
“Wearing a suit and not a uniform?”
“Gamma has a number of levels of protection. They do mall, warehouse, and office security, assignments like that. For protection at this level, they have higher-skilled operatives.”
“Higher skilled? Like the dead guy?” said Decker, eyeing him closely.
“Like the dead guy,” Andrews shot back. “Nobody’s perfect.”
White said, “Why a bodyguard? Was she getting threats?”
“Checking on that with Gamma,” said Andrews a bit petulantly.
“And if so, why not a U.S. marshal?” said White. “That’s the way it usually works with federal judges, right?”
“Again, checking on that,” said Andrews, now huffily. “But the judge could hire private security if she wanted to. She could afford it.”
Decker looked at him. “You knew her?”
“Acquaintances. I live in Ocean View. It’s sort of a small-town vibe here.”
“Did Draymont fire his weapon?” asked White.
“It’s still in its holster,” replied Andrews.
“And the killer or killers could have put it back thereafterhe fired it,” noted Decker.
Andrews stiffened and said, “We’ll check.”
“Any trace of the killer?” White asked.
Jacobs answered, “Most of the prints we’ve found so far belong to the judge, and a few to Draymont. There are some others, though, that we haven’t identified yet. No footprints that we could find. There’s a low-pile carpet runner on the stairs that didn’t show any trace. And hardwood floors here in the study, upstairs hall, and the deceased’s bedroom. Tough to get anything from that. It hadn’t rained or anything, either, so no shoe impressions that we could find.”
“And the judge’s body?” asked Decker. “How did she manage to do the stairs after she was wounded?”