The autopsy had confirmed their suspicions. Darnell Douglas had died of severe blood loss. Toxicology showed he’d been injected with succinylcholine, a paralyzing agent used for surgery that doesn’t affect the nervous system. The subject wouldn’t be able to move, but he’d still feel everything. The black Cadillac found outside the crime scene gave the forensic team nothing; not even Darnell’s prints were found. The killer had done a thorough job of wiping the car clean. It took Hunter just short of two hours to drive back to LA. At Parker Center he went straight down to the basement and the Investigative Analysis Unit. Hopkins wasn’t at his desk and neither was Jack Kerley. Hunter called the young officer’s cell phone. ‘Ian, where the fuck are you?’ ‘I’m at the morgue.’ ‘What the hell are you doing there?’ ‘Going over personal possessions’ inventories. They’re handwritten forms, remember? I can’t search them using a computer.’ ‘Well, get someone else to go over the forms for now.
