“You put that on there?”
Will nodded.
“After you broke the seal to go inside.”
“No. Actually, I followed you inside. You left and I was still in there.”
“Sneaky, fucking, cripple bastard.”
“So when I left I wanted to make sure the chain of custody was clean. So I got the tape, wrote my initials, taped it across where the seal was split. You see it.”
“I’m gonna arrest your ass right now.”
“I’m still a sworn officer.”
“Damn you to hell.” He slit the tape with a pocketknife, fumbled with a key, and swung open the door.
“It’s under the desk drawer, taped there with duct tape.”
Dodds moved to the desk, looking back angrily. “Did you take it out, touch it?”
“Sure. I also wiped it clean of prints.”
“Bastard. Asshole.”
Will thought about what Scaly Mueller had said about two old married people fighting, but it didn’t make him smile. He had a fleeting image of Cindy to add to the constant reminder of her leaving. Somehow he was lousy with partners.
Dodds produced a pair of latex gloves from his jacket pocket. He felt carefully under the center drawer of the desk. In a moment he pulled out a dark rectangle cradled in the duct tape that had held it to the bottom of the center desk drawer. He put it on top of the desk and carefully unwrapped the knife. Using an evidence envelope from another coat pocket, he meticulously slid the duct tape inside and sealed it. Then he opened the knife. It clicked into place with a sharp metal sound.
Unfolded, it looked like the skeleton of a prehistoric predator. The handle was thick and black. The blade was stainless steel, with a sharp leading edge that turned into a nasty looking saw-like serration as it got closer to the handle. There was a hole in the upper part of the blade, as if in dinosaur days it had been an eye socket.
“That would scare the hell out of anybody who saw it coming.”
“Fuck you.”
“It will also be common enough that we can’t trace, and it won’t have prints.”
“Fuck you.”
Dodds studied it under the light, his mouth turning deeper and deeper into an inverted U. He slid it into another evidence envelope and sealed it. He swung around in the chair and sighed.
“When were you going to tell me about this?”
“I assumed you had found it by now. Anyway, I was going to check on the seal today and if it hadn’t been broken, I was going to call you. I didn’t expect a hero’s welcome for what I was going to tell you.”
“That’s sure as hell right.”
“Let me ask you something. That day when you came down here, when I snuck in behind you. Did you come back in a few minutes and try the door?”
