Cole And The Demon
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Cole practically jumped from his chair. “What do
you got?!” he shouted.
“I’ll explain at Vince’s lab.”
They briskly walked to the medical examiner’s lab
in the precinct’s basement. Cole was anxious.
Could this finally be the big break he had sought
all this time?
Frank and Cole stepped into the pathologist’s
realm. They found Vince staring at his computer
“Okay, Vince,” Frank said. “Show Cole what
Vince turned around, “Hey! Glad you’re back.”
“Spare me the pleasantries and get on with it,”
Cole said impatiently.
“Right,” Vince said. He ignored his friend’s
brusqueness. “So, as you know, one of the only
pieces of evidence we have in Maria’s shooting is
a partial fingerprint on one of the bullet casings
found at the crime scene. Due to it being small
and incomplete, we’ve been unable to identify
who the print belongs to.”
“That is, until now,” Frank said with a big smile
on his face.
Vince turned back to his computer monitor. “The
FBI was kind enough to allow me to try out their
new experimental software. Using a database of
billions of fingerprints, the software is able to
‘guess’ what the rest of a partial fingerprint could
look like. It was able to compile eighteen
“So?” Cole asked, waiting for the punch line.
“So,” Frank said. “The weapon used in the
shooting was a rare 9mm Belgian revolver. We
know this because, when this gun is fired, the
hammer leaves a unique imprint on the casing.
We cross referenced the eighteen possible
fingerprints with the number of registered Belgian
revolvers on file and found a single match!”
Vince typed into his computer and then turned his
monitor toward Cole. “Meet Markus Santana. The
man has quite the rap sheet. Burglary, drug
trafficking, and is currently on parole after being
convicted of armed robbery. He was released on
good behavior just before Maria’s murder. We
checked the surveillance footage of the robbery
and sure enough, the masked armed gunman was
holding a 9mm Belgian revolver.”
Cole’s blood boiled as he stared at the mugshot
of Markus on the monitor. “So what the f–k are
we waiting for?!” he shouted.
“With this software being experimental, it
wouldn’t be admissible in court.” Vince said.
“But,” Frank interjected. “It does look convincing.
Convincing enough for a judge to issue a search
warrant. If we find the revolver with his prints on
it, we can match them to the casing found at
Maria’s crime scene.”
“How long?” Cole asked.
“The warrant should be signed by tomorrow
morning,” Frank said. “I have a team already
assembled and ready to go. Vince here will be
with us to handle the evidence.”
It all seemed to fit together so neatly. Could this
really be right? There was, however, one way to
know for sure.
“Good work, both of you. Thank you,” Cole said.
“Tell me what you find once the search warrant is
“You’ll be the first to know,” Vince said with a
Cole left the lab, grabbed what he needed, and
left the precinct. It was time to take Zafira out to
Cole stood outside Zafira’s lair under the dirty
highway overpass. He felt a little foolish, but he
held the crystal she gave him in his right fist and
raised it above his head. The crystal responded
with a dim hum and a bright violet glow.
Immediately, a portal appeared from the concrete
wall where Cole had entered her lair before. Zafira
stepped out, wearing an all-too-familiar dress —
the red cocktail dress she wore when they first
met at the night club. The dress left little to the
imagination as to what was underneath. She also
wore the same stiletto heels that would be the
envy of all women onlookers.
To Be Continued