Raising her hand, she said, “Sure, he was about six feet tall, two hundred pounds, wearing a denim jacket with a hole near the pocket. He was wearing a ski cap, pulled down over his face. I couldn’t see the color of his skin.”
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Within the hour, Detective Wallace and Detective Johnson arrived along with the CSI team. “What do we have?” Detective Wallace asked. Following Officer Jackson up the driveway, he led the way behind the garage. After checking the victim, Detective Wallace collected the information from the officers before talking to the neighbors. Setting up their equipment, the CSI team collected additional evidence, took photographs, checked fingerprints.
“Mrs. Davis, what can you tell us about Mrs. Lincoln?” Detective Wallace …show more content…
Connie Lucas is one of Katherine’s closest friends. She usually has her morning coffee on the patio. She gave me her phone. You’ll find her in that brown and white house over there. You might want to talk to her. Give me a minute, to get their number.” Rushing into the house, Karen returned with a paper and handed it to the detective.
The officer went over where the detective was standing and said, “We found a bloody statue in one of the trash cans. The boys took it to the lab. Man, you should see the inside of that house, it’s in a complete shamble.”
“Let’s take a look,” Detective Wallace said, going toward the house with Officer Jackson. Entering the front door, overwhelmed by the chaos in Katherine’s home, he said, “I’ve seen enough, let’s leave.”
Once the CSI team finished photographing the body and the area. The technicians stood around talking among themselves and concluded the attack occurred while Mrs. Lincoln slept. “No doubt, she ran outside, the attacker caught her and hit her on the head with the statue before dumping the body,” one of the men …show more content…
“Now what?” She asked, looking out the bay window and saw two well-dressed men standing on the front porch, thinking they were salesmen, she went to them to leave. Opening the front door, she asked, “May I help you?”
Flashing his badge, Detective Johnson said, “I’m Detective Raymond Johnson, my partner is Detective Gerald Wallace. We’re looking for Marlene Barnes.”
“I’m Marlene Barnes.”
“May we come in?”
“Of course, is anything wrong?” She asked, and said, “Follow me.” Opening the door and led the way to the family room.
“Is Katherine Lincoln your mother?” Detective Wallace asked, ignoring her question and waiting for Marlene to sit down before they sat down on the sofa.
“Why?”
“Sit down,” Detective Wallace said, motioning toward the overstuffed chair.
Sitting down, Marlene placed a pillow behind her back, and asked, “Okay. Why do you want to talk to me?”
“This morning, a neighbor found a woman’s body behind the house at 3465 E. 37 Street and called 911. The neighbor, Karen Davis identified her as Katherine Lincoln. She gave us your name, and address and said, Mrs. Lincoln, is your mother. Is that correct? Although she left a message for you, she wasn’t sure she had the correct