Stopping briefly by the front desk, she picked up the keys to her “new” police car then continued down the hall. Justine was coming out of the lab, newspaper in hand, as she walked by. “Anything new?” Ella asked, handing Justine’s car keys back to her. “Big Ed is now doing the press releases himself,” she said, accompanying Ella to her office. “He wants you to concentrate solely on the case. Also, Carolyn … Dr. Roanhorse called. It’s a cat bone again. She thought you’d want to know as soon as possible.” “Anything else?” “Carolyn sent over the victim’s clothing and I managed to get pieces of the grille and another tiny piece I’m sure came from a turn-signal light. I sent it to the lab, and they’ll get back to us. There wasn’t much to work with, so they warned it would take some time.” “Great. At least that’s something.” “We are getting answers, though admittedly we’ve had to work for each little piece.
