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Unformatted text preview: rrested?" Lucien asked. "I don't know. I didn't arrest him." "Well, you boys took his shirt and his shoes. Did you take any gloves?" "Not to my knowledge." "You've reviewed the entire evidence file, right, Mr. Brooner?" "I have." "In fact, as chief investigator, you're very familiar with every aspect of this case, aren't you?" "Yes sir." "Have you seen any reference to any gloves worn by or taken from Mr. Padgitt?" "No." "Good. Did you dust the crime scene for fingerprints?" "Yes." "Routine, isn't it?" "Yes, always." "And of course you fingerprinted Mr. Padgitt when he was arrested, right?" "Yes." "Good. How many of Mr. Padgitt's fingerprints did you find at the crime scene?" "None." "Not a single one, did you?" "None." With that, Lucien picked a good moment to sit down. It was difficult to believe that the murderer could enter the house, hide there for a while, rape and murder his victim, then escape without leaving behind fingerprints. But Chub Brooner did not inspire a lot of confidence. With him in charge of the investigation, there seemed an excellent chance that dozens of fingerprints could have been missed. Judge Loopus called for the morning recess, and as the jurors stood to leave I made eye contact with Miss Callie. Her face exploded into one huge grin. She nodded, as if to say, "Don't worry about me." We stretched our legs and whispered about what we had just heard. I was delighted to see so many people in the courtroom reading theTimes. I walked to the bar and leaned down to speak to Ginger. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "You doin' okay?" I asked. "I just want to go home," she said softly. "How about lunch?" "You got it." - --- The State's last witness was Mr. Aaron Deec...
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This note was uploaded on 07/18/2010 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Dra during the Spring '10 term at American College of Computer & Information Sciences.
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