The Fallen (Amos Decker #4)(36)

Kemper was nodding the whole time he was talking. “Now let me tell you what my person thinks. She thinks the vics were killed around the time the local ME thought, but under a very different scenario.” She stopped and studied him. “Care to think how that’s possible, taking into account what you know?”

He looked at the house again and said slowly, as though thinking out loud, “The only thing that would explain the facts is if they were killed somewhere else twenty hours or more before they were discovered by me, and kept in extremely cold conditions in an enclosed container, like a freezer, so the bodies wouldn’t commence undergoing rigor and the insects couldn’t get to them. Once the bodies were taken out of that enclosed environment the process of rigor would begin. And that would also account for why the local ME’s body temp gauge was throwing off wacky numbers, and also the peculiar stiffness of the limbs. It wouldn’t be due to the chemical reaction of dead muscles in rigor, but a frozen body thawing out. And the blowflies detect dead bodies based on things like scents from the corpse’s release of fluid and gases. If the bodies were frozen, that might have inhibited those scents from being released. And if the bodies were only there for a short while, the insect infestation wouldn’t have been all that much, which matches the facts of the crime scene.” He paused. “But if that was the case there wouldn’t have been foam on the guy’s lips. It would have long since disappeared.”

“Not if they placed a concocted residue there when they laid the body out, because they knew the tox tests would show the drugs in his system and that the foaming would probably be present if he’d just been left there right after he died.”

“Does your ME think the bodies were moved after death?”

“She knows at least one of them was. The livor mortis staining showed that.”

“The guy hanging, right?” Decker nodded. “I saw that the staining was on his back. No way that could have happened if he’d been strung up and left there.”

“Exactly what my ME said,” noted Kemper. “And there were actually two sets of ligature marks. The local ME either missed that or just didn’t note or understand the difference. The marks made by the rope were clearly done postmortem.”

“So whoever did this was sweating the details and maybe hoping for a less than crackerjack medical examiner doing the posts. And they almost got their wish. How’d your person figure the freezer scenario?”

“It was really the only way to explain the forensic inconsistencies. And there was evidence of an abrasion on the shoulder of one of the vics.”

“We saw that. They were speculating it might have been from a medical patch of some kind.”

“My ME believes it was a freezer burn on the skin from where it was left exposed. She said she was pretty certain it occurred postmortem. But she made a point of telling me that her TOD was a guess, really, because if the bodies were placed in a freezer right after death and then put in that house, that precludes making an accurate calculation for the time of death.”

“So whoever did this wanted to make sure that we would not be able to show precisely when the guys really died.”

“And by doing that they take away a key tool of any homicide investigation.”

“Alibis or a lack thereof become pretty much meaningless,” said Decker thoughtfully.

“Exactly.”

“The bodies had to be transported here at some point, relatively close to the time that I discovered them. There was no deep freezer in that house, so the bodies were kept on ice somewhere else before being brought here.”

“You said you heard a car?”

“I did. I also heard a noise.”

“What kind of noise?”

“It was more like a series of sounds. Scraping and clunks.”

“Nothing else?”

“A plane flying over. Other than that, nothing. So how does someone carry two corpses into that house and no one sees a thing?”

“Well, I understand there aren’t many people left in this neighborhood.”

“But the killers couldn’t be sure a car wouldn’t drive down the street. Or someone wouldn’t look out their window. I mean, it only takes one pair of eyes.” He fell silent for a moment. “Now, do you want to tell me what your men were doing here? And why they were undercover? If they were hanging out with a bad crowd, I think we can narrow our list of suspects, especially in a place like this.”

She pursed her lips and stared at him. “This goes no farther.”

“No farther,” repeated Decker.

“Will Beatty and Doug Smith, they were the two dead men in that house. Beatty was in the basement. Smith was the one hanging.”

“And they worked undercover for the DEA?”

“Yes and no,” was her surprising reply.

“How exactly is that possible?” asked Decker.

“They did work undercover for us. And then they went rogue.”

“How do you know they went rogue? Maybe their cover just got blown.”

“We entertained that possibility until something happened to disabuse us of that notion.”

“What was that?”

“They were working with a guy named Randy Haas.”

“Was he DEA too?”

“No. He was a bad guy who we had on a short leash feeding us info. He was working with Beatty and Smith. If he screwed us, he was going to prison for life.”