He broke off what he had been saying and leaned back as Bailey entered. "Lets move out of the way," Barbara said. "Let him get some shots of the bar." They both moved away to watch him. When he was done, he snapped a few pictures of the rest of the room. Then Barbara said slowly, "Eric, maybe you'd like to step out a few minutes. I want to see how the crime was actually committed, as well as I can, anyway." He shook his head. "I'm okay. I'll keep back and watch." She took the police photos of the scene and put them on the bar and she and Bailey examined them. "This stool was leaning against that one," Bailey said, positioning a stool. "And that one was all the way down. That's what he hit when he fell. It broke his neck." The autopsy report said the blow to the head had not been fatal, but would have had sufficient force to stun him, even render him unconscious. Bailey frowned at the picture again, then at the repositioned stools. "How the devil...?" "Start further back," she said. "Bark mulch was tracked in, about here.
