American Tropic
“Moxel’s face reddens as he blurts at Luz: “You pulled a gun on me for shooting a frog! What the fuck is that? I’m the one who saved your ass in the bat tower. If I hadn’t climbed up that ladder and risked my life to help you, you would have fallen to your death.” Moxel swings around to the Chief. “What kind of force is this if she’s allowed to pull a gun on another officer? You should fire her for unfit conduct. You should—”
The Chief cuts Moxel off. “Calm down. I don’t have time for fraternal ...squabbles.” He turns to Luz and hands her a thick folder of papers. “This forensic report just came in. The Haitian kid’s fingerprints were found all over Pat’s boat.”
Luz takes the thick folder. “I’ll read it. What about Pat’s body? Were Rimbaud’s fingerprints found on her body?”
“No, nothing. Maybe the kid was wearing gloves.”
“Rimbaud told the interpreter he saw Bizango on the boat. Did the lab find any trace of that?”
“Zip, no fingerprints, no hair, no footprints, no nothing.MoreLess
The Chief cuts Moxel off. “Calm down. I don’t have time for fraternal ...squabbles.” He turns to Luz and hands her a thick folder of papers. “This forensic report just came in. The Haitian kid’s fingerprints were found all over Pat’s boat.”
Luz takes the thick folder. “I’ll read it. What about Pat’s body? Were Rimbaud’s fingerprints found on her body?”
“No, nothing. Maybe the kid was wearing gloves.”
“Rimbaud told the interpreter he saw Bizango on the boat. Did the lab find any trace of that?”
“Zip, no fingerprints, no hair, no footprints, no nothing.MoreLess
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