I sat on the beer-stained sofa sipping the last Yuengling beer. “Maybe the cop thing is a good idea.” I couldn’t believe he was admitting that playing along with the cops was a positive thing. “You? You’re admitting that it might be a good idea to team up with the professionals?” “I want to know the wound reports. Do you think that the cops might give that up? They have the information.” “Wound reports?” I had no idea what he was talking about. “You know. Do the wounds telegraph what kind of knife was used in the stabbing? How deep were the cuts? Did it take some strong guy, or could a slight woman make those wounds? We need to know this kind of stuff, Skip, if we want to be serious investigators.” I nodded. “You know, I’ve cut enough meat in school and in restaurants to know that flesh, muscles, and other organs are flexible. They contract, they expand. With that in mind, you could stab someone with a short knife, and as you push the blade, you could go in a lot deeper than the blade is long.
