I found Detective Marcus and annoying interest. He kept showing up at the places I went to and talking to the people that I found less annoying than most. What I didn't understand about Marcus is that he liked me. He worked for the police and I did not, yet he felt he needed to include me in his investigation. He did annoy my but he wasn't unbearable and I had never before been able to get medical examiner reports and now I found myself elbow deep in one.
Marcus knocked on my door at 9:00 AM on the second. Well at least he knew how to be on time. I walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole to see who it was. I knew it would be Marcus but I always checked the peep hole before opening. I opened the door and met Marcus's eyes, he nodded hello. He had a smell about him; it was rather pungent and unpleasant.
"You smell unpleasant," I said with a stern voice.
"New cologne," quickly replied Marcus.
"I hope it was a gift, I can't imagine anyone who would spend money to smell like that." Seriously he smelt like a roadside restroom it was horrific.
"Noted, lets go."
It took 23 minutes to get to the Medical Examiner's office traveling no more than 40 MPH at anytime. I insisted we take surface streets the entire way, the freeway is a death trap. The Examiner's office was cold but warmer than I expected for a place that had dead bodies all around. The smell of formaldehyde was strong but not powerful enough to mask Detective Marcus.
"Something smells odd," said James, the Medical Examiner.
"It's the detective," I replied. There was no use trying to cover for him.
"Sorry, just some new cologne," said Marcus in a annoyed tone.
"Well, right this way; I'll show you what I found," said James. He took us to the body I found in the park, the body of Jacob Ackart. His body laid naked on a metal table, his chest opened up and his head cracked open. Looking at the body I realized that Mr. Ackart wore a toupee. It made me chuckle.
"What's funny," asked Marcus. "If you are laughing at my cologne we can take this outside."
"It's his hair," I replied. "You think a billionaire could afford a hair transplant.
"Actually he is a bit more interesting than that," Said James.
"How so," I asked.
"Well you know how Mr. Ackart here earned his billions right?"
"Pharmaceuticals," I only knew because I looked it up last night. "Who doesn't know that?"
"Well when I did the tox-screen and it came back negative for everything. Not a single drug, not even Tylenol. Also he has no surgical scars, no broken bones, nothing. I would bet Ackart has never been into a hospital in his life." James has a strong sense of pride in his voice as he tells us what he has found.
"Very odd for a man who makes medicine," said Marcus. "Was that all we came here for, James?"
"No Steve, there is something much more interesting; I just thought you would get a kick out of the tox-screen. I called you here to show you this." James lifted Ackart's head, "There is no exit wound for the bullet." I knew that, if that, this guy is an idiot.
"That's what we assessed at the crime scene, what size bullet was he shot with. I bet it was a .22," said Marcus.
"Well your guess is as good as mine," said James. "There isn't a bullet in his body, just a large amount of gold particles."
"So it was a gold bullet," I shouted this loudly. I didn't mean to shout. It just happens when I get excited. Both of them looked at me. "A gold bullet, it's right out of a book."
"What book," Marcus acted as if he didn't know what I was saying. As if he didn't know what I was talking about.
"The Spy books by John Grey. All his bad guys use golden bullets. Everyone knows the Spy Jimmy Brass."
"Do you think ballistics can rebuild the bullet from the fragments left in his skull," asked Marcus.
"There is no way," said James. "The bullet fragments broke into such small pieces that only half of it is salvageable. No way could you match it to a gun."