Taking the warrant with her, Joanna headed for the conference room, where the entire team was already assembled. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and expectant, they watched as she walked to the front of the room and took her place at the lectern. “Good morning,” she said. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” There were smiles and guffaws all around, and that’s what she wanted. This was going to be a tough day for all concerned. She hoped that bit of lightness would relieve some of the tension in the room. “We’ve had some developments overnight,” she announced. “For one thing, we now have another unsolved homicide on our plate. Hal Hopkins, an Arizona Sun Sites resident, whose wife clobbered him in the head with a golf club yesterday, was DOA when he arrived at the TMC trauma center in Tucson. For the time being, Deb will be handling that case with Dave assisting with crime-scene investigation. I take it the autopsy is scheduled?” Deb glanced at her watch. “In about forty-five,”
