Skeletal remains of a building stood as an eye sore against the back drop of tropical sandy beaches and rolling crystal blue waters. Luck was with them the fire department had responded soon enough that the place was not a complete structural lose. The second floor still stable enough to walk on, so said the fire marshal. Fire marshal Rutherford was waiting out front of the ruins waiting for her when the blue ford ranger rolled up in the parking lot.
Kota was here as a technicality and... She never worked a case that she had not been on scene. The report that came across her desk said that a body had been found in the bedroom, had suffered massive brutal blunt force trauma to the head and body and had been dead when the fire started. Someone was trying to cover up a murder and the Number one suspect was a Jack Repurt, Owner of the Kapua when it burned down...
"Afternoon Detctive."
"Afternoon Marshal. How are you?"
The shook hands, his grip was light, as if he was worried he would break her fingers if he griped that small hand to tight. Kota had to tighten her grip in order to assure him she was not as fragile as she looked. Was one of her pet peves. Sunglasses came off and the light clashing against violet hues stung. Black pools in the center shirking up trying to adjust. She hated Hawaii, this place was great for a visit but she was just not feeling the homely vibe she had back in Boston or Salem.
"Doing all right How about yourself?"
All the pleasantries were finished while walking inside. She was getting the grand tour and a run down of what the Fire departments investigation on what started the fire. Things all added up and pointed in one direction. Cover up.
"We found hydrocarbons and trace amounts of alkane cyclic in the wood samples we took. Also you can see here." He pointed out the discoloration on the floor tiles leaning in from the concrete on the front steps. " That's the path of the exhilarant spilled. The fire burned hotter at these points. Tail tail sign the fire was set for a reason."
"So he used Gasoline in order to get the blaze going. Would explain why there was trouble getting it put out"
Crouched down to get a closer look. She was not here for this, they knew it was arson. What she was here to do was to see where the body had ben found after the blaze had been put out.
"870-980 °C or 1600-1800 °F, That's how hot a fire has got to burn in order to completely destroy a body. They did not take the sprinkler system in to account here. Can you show me where they found the body?"
Being overly careful, stepping back out in to the light to take the back walk up to the apartment. Every thing was still soggy and smelled of ash. Like a bar-B-Q pit or camp fire after you poured buckets of water over it. Only the front rooms were charred up. The Fire department was quick. What can you expect from them when they have to deal with fires started by a greater force of nature then some nut case using a little gas to get the flames going.
A lot of blood spatter evidence was lost by the pressure of hoses gushing water in from every entrance to get the flames put out.
"Now what was going on in here?"
Leaning against the wall arms folded over her chest. Chin resting lightly with in the cup of one small hand. Why was this kid killed? Was Jack Rupurt the one with blood on his hands? Was there any one else here when the murder took place. So many questions left to answer.
"Thank you for your time marshal Rutherford. I just do not see how no one saw any thing. Herd any thing. That kid looked like he had been beaten pretty bad. He had to make some noise."
Walking down stairs together. Would be unlikely they were going to find any thing here. But the evidence Techs would go over every thing with a fine toothed comb now that the fire department was finished with their work. Was a quiet walk back to her truth. Even with Rutherford for company.
"Did you ID the body yet?"
She turned and looked at him. Lips pressed in to thin rosy lines before she answered. No emotion, not when it came to work. Had to displace yourself and keep attachments from forming in this line of work.
"Julian David Sheppard, Place Kicker for the UH Warriors. Still trying to find out if he had any living family. . He was only 19"
A few seconds latter she was sitting in the front seat pulling out of the parking lot. Radio in hand, calling up dispatch.
"I need an alert put out on a Jack Repurt."
Reading off the state ID number to dispatch. She wanted thiss man located and brought in for questioning. One way or another he was involved with the murder. She needed to talk to Ash, see what he wanted to do after they got their hands on Jack... Great, Another murderer on the lose. Looks like the busy season had just started., Ash and her were going to have their hands full.