Chapter 113

Three weeks after the murders, Digby’s case was verging on collapse.
There was no physical evidence, and even her speculation about what happened was no longer making sense.
Everything she had convinced her CO about: the involvement of organized crime, the stolen cocaine, the ensuing scuffle between the Missions family and the Lee family, Jack Lee’s story accusing Darroll Missions, Darroll’s suicide. The retaliation against Rawle Powder. Everything had been turned on its ear by the lab report.
The timeline of the homicides would have to be stretched back by two months, to the point where everything blew up in Digby’s face, like a firecracker.
She stayed alone in the detachment, hours after the offices of Major Crime were closed for the day.
The rest of the pared-down investigation team had gone home at 4:55.
At one time, there were 38 officers on the file, now there were four, including Staff Sgt. Keetch, and all except Digby had been assigned other cases to work on, simultaneously.
Cpl. Ross Agarwal had even been taken off the case completely, in order to work two other files, one of which was related to the Lee file, the attempted murder of Rawle Powder.
Tips from the public were all bullcrap. Witnesses saw a CJ’s Taxi drop the Lee’s off at home, Thurday night. And later Thursday, a Chris’ Pizzeria delivery driver delivered a pizza.
That was it.
No bloody clothing. No fingerprints. Dozens of people, who may or may not know anything about the murders, all disappeared from the area without a trace.
Now the poison. Two months of deliberate poisoning.
The toxicology and histopathology reports on Jack Lee, while confusing, left no room in Digby’s mind for doubt.
Jack Lee had suffered repeated, deliberate exposures to a known poison in the two months prior his death. Not only was he murdered February 9, but someone had been trying to kill him since the fall.