The Kill Room

call to the South Cove Inn on May 7 to confirm arrival of Moreno. Call was from phone registered to Don Bruns, through NIOS cover company.
Information Services datamining Shales.
Voiceprint obtained.
Drone pilot, who fired shot that killed Moreno.
FAA and Bahamas air traffic control—evidence of drone’s flight path and presence in Bahamas.
Crime scene report, autopsy report, other details.
Crime scene cleaned and contaminated by Unsub 516 and largely useless.
General details: Bullet fired through and shattered floor-to-ceiling window, garden outside, poisonwood tree leaves cut back to 25 feet height. View to sniper’s nest obscured by haze and pollution.
47 fingerprints found; half analyzed, negative results. Others missing.
Candy wrappers recovered.
Cigarette ash recovered.
Bullet lodged behind couch where Moreno’s body was found, fired from drone .
Fatal round.
.420 caliber, made by Walker Defense Systems, NJ.
Spitzer boattail round.
Extremely high quality.
Extremely high velocity and high power.
Rare.
Weapon: custom made.
Trace on bullet: glass dust, fiber from Moreno’s shirt and poisonwood tree leaf.
Crime Scene 2.
No sniper’s nest involved; bullets fired from drone. “Kill Room” is drone command center.
Crime Scene 2A.
Apartment 3C, 182 Augusta Street, Nassau, Bahamas.
May 15.
Victim: Annette Bodel.
COD: TBD, probably strangulation, asphyxiation.
Suspect: Determined to be Unsub 516.
Victim was probably tortured.
Trace:
Sand associated with sand found at Java Hut.
Docosahexaenoic acid—fish oil. Likely caviar or roe. Ingredient in dish from NY restaurant.
Two-stroke engine fuel.
C 8 H 8 O 3 , vanillin. Ingredient in dish from NY restaurant.
Crime Scene 3.
Java Hut, Mott and Hester Streets.
May 16.
IED explosion, to destroy evidence of whistleblower.
Victims: No fatalities, minor injuries.
Suspect: Determined to be Unsub 516.
Military-style device, anti-personnel, shrapnel. Semtex explosive. Available on arms market.
Located customers in shop when whistleblower was present, canvassing for info, pictures.
Trace:
Sand from tropical region.
Crime Scene 4.
Apartment 230, 1187 Third Avenue.
May 16.
Victim: Lydia Foster.
COD: Blood loss, shock from knife wounds.
Suspect: Determined to be Unsub 516.
Hair, brown and short (from Unsub 516), sent to CODIS for analysis.
Trace:
Glycyrrhiza glabra—licorice. Ingredient in dish from NY restaurant.
Cynarine, chemical component of artichokes. Ingredient in dish from NY restaurant.
Evidence of torture.
All records of interpreting assignment for Robert Moreno on May 1 stolen.
No cell phone or computer.
Receipt for Starbucks where Lydia waited during Moreno’s private meeting on May 1.
Rumors of drug cartels behind the killings. Considered unlikely.
Supplemental Investigation.
Determine identity of Whistleblower.
Unknown subject who leaked the Special Task Order.
Sent via anonymous email.
Traced through Taiwan to Romania to Sweden. Sent from New York area on public Wi-Fi, no government servers used.
Used an old computer, probably from ten years ago, iBook, either clamshell model, two tone with other bright colors (like green or tangerine). Or could be traditional model, graphite color, but much thicker than today’s laptops.
Profile:
Likely middle-aged male.
Uses Splenda sweetener.
Military background?
Wears inexpensive suit, in unusual blue shade.
Uses iBook.
Possibly suffers from stomach disorder, uses Zantac.
Individual in light-colored sedan following Det. A. Sachs.
Make and model not determined.
    Of course, of course…
    “I think I’ve got it. I need to talk to Mychal Poitier again. And, Thom, bring the van around.”
    “The—”
    “The van! We’re going for a drive. Sachs, you’re coming too. And you are armed, aren’t you? Oh, and somebody call detention. Have Barry Shales released. The guy’s been through enough.”

CHAPTER 82
    T HE SKINNY FIFTY-YEAR-OLD was a lifer in the Department of Corrections.
    He was not, however, a prisoner but a guard and had been all his professional days. He actually liked the job, shepherding people through the Tombs.
    The nickname of the venue—technically the Manhattan Detention Complex—suggested a place that was worse than the truth. The word went back to the 1800s and was appropriate for a prison modeled after an Egyptian mausoleum, built on an incompetently filled swamp (adding to the aroma and illness that pervaded the place) and situated in the notorious Five Points district of Manhattan—described as