We got that off his felony in California.” It was Robin, our evidence tech, phoning to say she had the results on the DNA of the two hair samples from different males on Maricel’s body. The message was waiting for me when I got in this morning. Not particularly helpful having a hair sample from her boyfriend. “And Hair Sample 2?” “That one’s not in any system we have access to.” “Shit.” “Oh, no, please, Karen. No need to thank me. These little chats are reward enough.” “So that’s all the forensics you’ve got?” “Unless you bring me more evidence. Get me some more DNA and I can match it to our mystery man. And get me some polyester fibers and I can tell you if it was his trunk Maricel took her last ride in.” “If we got you more DNA, that would take another thirty-six hours, right?” “Can’t rush it. We have to ferment the stuff.” “All right, Robin, thanks.” I hung up the phone and turned to Ryan. “Any point in asking the chief again if we can search Hector on his hair DNA being on Maricel?”
