Looking around the office, I had to admit to myself that I had no the slightest clue where to begin. Well, I knew that I was looking for clues. Having a thought, I looked at Patrica.
“What were the results of the DNA tests?”
Patrica choked. “We didn’t do any.”
“Why not?” I asked feeling brilliant.
“Because we don’t have the equipment to conduct such a test.”
My heart sunk.
“My guess is that they didn’t think that we needed a test kit for DNA. The same thing goes for fingerprints. Who would have guessed that someone would get killed on Mars?”
“Hmm, there is that,” I admitted.
“If you don’t mind, I can see that you have this under control, and I got a lot of work to do, so if you don’t mind…”
“No problem,” I said.
Actually there was a problem, but I really didn’t want any witnesses to watch as I struggled with it--quite honestly, I had no idea how to solve a murder.