Sam was met by a uniformed officer. “They’re on the third floor sir.”
“Thanks,” Sam replied.
Sam entered the museum and walked to where the elevators were located. From the elevator he quickly went to the exhibit. Sam walked down the passageway finding the CSI team already there. Hal O’Neil, the lead investigator, greeted Sam. His hair was fuzzy gray and he had a full beard. He looked like someone from the fifties with his black pants and white shirt, but he was one of the best forensic experts at the Bayport Police Department.
“What do we have here?”
Hal handed Sam a pair of plastic gloves and said, “Follow me.”
Sam saw a chubby man with gray hair and beard lying face down in the sand next to one the display cases. They knelt beside him.
“There are no visible signs of trauma,” explained Hal.
“So how did he die?” Sam asked him.
“We’ll have to wait for the report,” Hal answered.
“Who made the call?”
“The security guard, Bruce Lehner, discovered the body on his rounds,” Hal told him.
“Is there anything missing?”
“Not as far as we know,” Hal answered him.
“Why are there no security cameras?” Sam observed.
“It was done in order to preserve the authenticity of the exhibit.”
They rose to their feet. A svelte woman with glistening black hair and eyes of azure, dressed casually, greeted them.
“This is Akila Ramases,” Hal introduced her.
“Detective Sergeant Brennan,” Sam said shaking hands.
“We wanted it to look real,” Akila went on to explain.
“And what do you do at the museum?”
“I’m an Egyptologist here from Cairo, sent to
oversee the exhibit,” Akila answered.
“Who else was involved in setting up the exhibit?”
“I have them waiting in the security office,” Hal answered for her. “They’re Paige Turner and Shawn Blake.”
Sam turned back to Akila, “I’ll need a statement.”
“Fine with me,” Akila answered.
“Hal,” Sam ordered. “Have your team finish up here and have the body transported as soon as possible.”
“Right-a-way,” Hal answered leaving them alone.
“Come with me to the security office.” Sam requested.
A young woman with mousy brown hair wearing a pale green coat over her white shirt and jeans sat at the desk. Pacing back and forth was an emaciated looking man with wire rim glasses. The shirt under his tweed jacket was not tucked and his blonde hair was a mess.
“I’m Detective Sergeant Brennan,” Sam announced.
“Paige Turner,” she answered. Sam noticed that Paige appeared to have been crying.
“Shawn Blake,” he said. Sam thought that Shawn was more composed.
They each took a seat waiting to be questioned.
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