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walked through the sliding glass doors.
    “ Sure can Al. Is it a disc or a hard drive?”
    Alan handed Larry the disc without speaking and he inserted it into a computer. He motioned for Alan to sit at the control panel and pointed to the controls.
    “ The joystick is to control forward and reverse motion as well as slo-mo and freeze-frame. This knob controls zoom. Be my guest.”
    Larry Phillips enjoyed working with Alan. He was polite, highly intelligent, thorough and intuitive but usually much calmer than he was now. Larry knew that it would take something out of the ordinary to cause his haste so he was happy to let him take the controls. As the image came up on the high definition, fifty five inch LED screen, Alan quickly familiarized himself with the controls. He moved the image forward until he reached the point where the man’s hand went to the back of Helen’s neck and froze the image.
    “ I still can’t make this out Larry. Any ideas?”
    They both went around the control panel to get closer to the monitor and peered intently at the image on the massive screen. It looked like a very small glue gun but the image was slightly blurred because of the speed with which the man’s hand had moved.
    “ Sorry Alan but with the speed of movement, there doesn’t seem to be a clear frame.”
    Alan suddenly lurched back from the monitor to grab th e phone. He picked up the hand piece and quickly dialed the Medical Examiner.
    “ Dr. Wescott; it’s Alan.”
    “ Yes Alan, did you forget something?”
    “ No Doctor. Please don’t take my tone the wrong way but this is urgent. Can you examine the back of Dr. Benson’s neck right now and tell me what you see.”
    “ Well, OK detective but…”
    “Now please d octor!” Alan’s voice came tersely.
    “ OK, I’m on it. I’ll put you on speaker.”
    Dr. Wescott carefully rolled Helen’s body on the examination table and drew the fluorescently lit magnifying glass toward her on its folding arm. He gently pulled her hair away from her neck and searched for anything out of the ordinary. As he came to the hairline approximately three quarters of an inch to the right of the centre of her spine, he called out.
    “ I’ve got something here - looks like a very small puncture wound!”
    “ Can you tell what it was made by?”
    “ Not really but I can tell you that it was smaller than a normal hypodermic needle, maybe even smaller than an insulin needle as far as I can tell. If you hadn’t specified the location, I might not have picked it up at all. Does it tell you something detective?”
    “ It tells me three things doctor: This wasn’t suicide, the husband is innocent, and I need to find out who Bryan Adler is. But first, we need to examine the rest of the security footage.”
     
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Beach’s frustration was palpable and filled the crime lab like a fog as he stared intently at the big screen. Larry was wary of interrupting his thoughts but decided it was time to break the deadlock.
    “ I’m sorry Alan but there really is nothing there. We’ve been through every frame of the security footage from the parking levels, the entry and exit, the elevators and the twelfth floor hallway that the Eleanor guards couriered over. This guy really knew what he was doing. Not once did he expose any recognizable feature to any camera.”
    “ I know Larry. It’s not your fault - I’m just frustrated!” Alan said in an uncharacteristic tone. “I’ll leave you to your work. I apologize for my mood and for the wasted hours.”
    “ That’s OK but I don’t think it was a waste of time. At least you know that this guy is a professional, which indicates he had a specific agenda.”
    Alan looked thoughtfully at his colleague.
    “You know what Larry? You’re right. I’ve been looking at this the wrong way and you’ve corrected my focus. I was so knotted up trying to find some physical identifier that I missed the subtlety. That is a wise observation and I