The Devil's Daughter (Hidden Sins #1)(9)

He cleared his throat, wishing he could clear out the smell of the room as easily. Hospitals were never his favorite places, but here in the damp basement, the underlying stench of death couldn’t quite be scrubbed out, no matter how much antiseptic was used.

The medical examiner adjusted his tools and took a deep breath. “We don’t see a lot of murder in these parts.”

“I know.” Augusta was quite a bit bigger than Clear Springs, but their crime ran toward theft and domestic abuse—not cold-blooded murder. “But that’s no excuse for the damn leak. We’ve got to do this one by the book, William. That means keeping the information on lockdown until we have a suspect in cuffs.”

“I don’t know how it happened, Zach.” He cleared his throat. “But there won’t be further issues. Of that I can assure you.”

It was the best he was going to get. He nodded at the girl. “Let’s get started.” Twelve hours since the body had been found, and he needed to know who she was—and if she had any connection to the fact that Neveah Smith still hadn’t turned up. No way around it. We’re going to have to put together a search party. The chances of Neveah having wandered off and gotten lost were slim to none, but with this girl on the slab in front of him, he had to admit that it was just as likely they were looking for another body.

Fuck.

William nodded, his snow-white hair poking haphazardly out from his head. He looked a lot like the professor from Back to the Future, though Zach would never say as much. William Reynolds might be quirky to the extreme, but he was good at his job. His job had just never entailed something quite like this before.

And someone in his office sent a picture to the daughter of a woman who could very well be a suspect. Just fucking perfect.

He began the autopsy, muttering under his breath. “You don’t need to be here for the entirety of it, Zach. I’ll go through the preliminary stuff and send you the rest of the report by the end of the day.”

He wasn’t sure if William was offering it as a favor to Zach or because he worked better alone, but he wasn’t going to complain. The sound the sternum made when the coroner cracked it was enough to cause Zach nightmares even with all the shit he’d seen. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay.”

William went through it methodically, combing out the girl’s hair and depositing the detritus from the brush into little baggies. “Looks like mostly weeds that are local to the area, but I’ll go through it more closely when I’m done.”

It lined up with how they’d found her. “Can you tell cause of death?”

The coroner raised his white eyebrows. “I’m getting there.” He touched her neck gently with a gloved finger. “See these bruises?”

Zach leaned closer. “Those weren’t there when we found her this morning.” Though he might not have noticed, considering the rest of the bruises covering her body. “These were, though.”

“The others are older. The range in color means they weren’t all done at once—some of these are days old, if not closer to a week or more.”

So unless she was held somewhere for more than a week, chances were those bruises had been caused by someone other than the killer. Don’t make assumptions until you have all the facts. This could have been an abusive boyfriend who took things too far. That didn’t explain the tattoos, though. Zach eyed her throat. “I don’t suppose we could get prints off her skin?”

“We can try, but it’s unlikely we’ll pull anything.” William rested his hand against her neck. “Mediumish grip—I know that’s not specific—so could be either a small man or a large woman.”

“Personal to kill her like that. Killer would have to get right up close and watch the light fade out of her eyes.” His chest tightened at the thought, memories hovering at the outer edges of his mind. It had been a long time since he’d been in combat, long enough that he’d mostly emerged on the other side of it, but that didn’t mean there weren’t bad nights. He had a feeling tonight would number among them.

“Takes some considerable strength, too. Easier to do it from behind with your arm or a rope or something.” William motioned to his forearm and then moved back over the body. “These tattoos are new, all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Between the shoulder blades, sternum, right wrist, and left hip.” William nodded at the table behind him. “I took pictures beforehand so you could take them with you when you go.”

“Thanks.” The tattoos made him think of Eden Collins showing up in his station this afternoon. She’d known about them—she shared a few of them—which seemed to support her theory that they were somehow connected with Elysia. Though she was keeping things from him if she’d only told him about three of them . . . or she didn’t actually know the fourth existed.

She could have done it.

He made a mental note to call the FBI and double-check that she was actually one of them. Easy enough to make up a card that said whatever she damn well pleased. He hadn’t asked to see her badge—something he regretted now.

“There’s nothing beneath her nails, no new injuries with the exception of cause of death.” William hesitated. “She had sexual intercourse recently. I’m running a tox screen, but I have to ship it over to Great Falls, so God knows how long it’ll take to get back. They’re backed up just like every other lab in the country. I can try to push, but this isn’t going to ring any bells for them.”