Determined to be perpetrator of Lydia Foster and Annette Bodel homicides, and IED attack at Java Hut.
Amateur or professional chef or cook of some skill.
Suspect 3: Barry Shales.
Confirmed to be sniper, code name Don Bruns.
39, former Air Force, decorated.
Intelligence specialist at NIOS. Wife is teacher. Have two sons.
Individual who placed a 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.
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.
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.
Sniper nest of Barry Shales, 2000 yards from Kill Room, New Providence Island, Bahamas.
May 9.
Unable to find spent cartridges or other evidence of location of sniper’s nest.
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.
C8H8O3, 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.
Individual in light colored sedan following Det. A. Sachs.
Make and model not determined.
“Some mysteries here,” Rhyme said, musing, as he stared at the whiteboards, losing himself in the facts. Half whispering: “Do we like mysteries, rookie?”
“I’d say we do, Lincoln.”
“Ah, right you are. And why?”
“Because they keep us from being, you know, complacent. They make us wonder and when we wonder we discover.”
A smile.
“Now, what do we have, what do we have? First, Unsub Five Sixteen. We’ve got plenty of evidence against him – for the murder of Annette in the Bahamas, the bomb in Java Hut and the murder of Lydia Foster. If – excuse me when –we get his ID we can make a solid case against him for explosives and murder.
“Now, the conspiracy case against Shales and Metzger. We can link them – they both work together at NIOS – and we’ve got Shales’s code name, Don Bruns, on the kill order. All we need now is the last piece of the puzzle: proof that Barry Shales was in the Bahamas on May 9. Once we do we’ve got both of them for conspiracy.”
Whispering to himself as he stared at the boards. “Nothing in the physical evidence placing him there. We can prove the unsub was in the South Cove the day before the shooting but not Shales.” He looked toward Sachs. “How’s the datamining coming – is there anything about Shales’s travel history?”
“I’ll call Information Services.” She picked up her mobile.
We don’t need much, Rhyme reflected. A connection could be inferred by the jury – that’s what circumstantial evidence was all about. But there had to be some basis for a valid inference. A jury can find a man guilty of DUI hit and run, even if he’s found sober and denying the next morning, if a bartender testifies that he downed a dozen beers an hour before the accident and the jury takes that testimony as credible.
Vehicle E ZPass transponders, credit cards, RFID chips in employee badges, subway MetroCards, TSA records, Customs documents, traffic cameras and security cameras in stores…dozens of sources of information could be used to place suspects at scenes.
He noted that Sachs was jotting quick notes. Good. They’d struck gold, he had a feeling.
Something would pin Barry Shales to the Bahamas on May 9.
Sellitto was looking at the chart and he echoed Rhyme’s thought. “There’s gotta be something. We know Shales’s the shooter.”
Amelia Sachs disconnected the call and with an uncharacteristically bewildered expression said, “Actually, Lon, no, he’s not.”
CHAPTER 59
A half hour later Nance Laurel was in Rhyme’s town house.
“Impossible,” she whispered.
Sachs said, “He’s not the sniper. Look for yourself.”
And she tossed a number of documents on the table in front of Laurel with a bit more force than Rhyme supposed was necessary under the circumstances. On the other hand, clearly these two women were never destined to be friends. He’d been expecting a knock down drag out between them the way a storm chaser eyes a pea green overcast and thinks: Tornado’s brewing.
What the Information Services operation of the NYPD had discovered was that Barry Shales had not been in the Bahamas on the day Moreno was shot. He was in New York City all day – in fact, he hadn’t been out of the country in months.
“They ran a dozen searches, cross referenced everything. I asked them to double check. They triple checked. Radio frequency ID chip scans of him going into the NIOS office at nine and leaving for lunch, I’d guess – about two. During that time he went to Bennigan’s, paid with a credit card. Handwriting scan is his, and then went to an ATM – the scan by the cash machine camera is positive. Sixty point facial recognition. Returned to the office at three. Left at six thirty.”