They placed the bag on a stretcher, lifted it easily, their burden weighing no more than one hundred and thirty pounds, and began carrying it up the hill. The two detectives followed. “I should be the one to tell Tracy about this,” said McCabe. Maggie nodded. “Yes, you should. You want me to do Whitby?” “Sure. But let’s get our people started first. Why don’t you call Fortier and bring him up to speed? Especially on that cell phone. It could be the key to the whole case.” Lieutenant Bill Fortier was the head of Portland’s CID and McCabe’s direct report. “Bill should also drag in as many warm bodies as he can for a full court press on the neighborhood. Find out if anyone else saw the homeless woman Scott said was coming from the Loring.” Maggie and McCabe reached the top of the hill just as the MEDCU ambulance pulled away, heading for the morgue at Cumberland Med. The newshounds were already out in force.
