Chapter 37: Ralphie Pearce VII
Sam and Levi sat across each other at the table, discussing their options, their chances, as bleak as they currently were.
Tillman turns to look at the two Consultants talking inside the control room, "I thought there were no traces of DNA found in the crime scene?" he asks. Sam turns to Tillman nodding, "You’re right, I reckon the suspect wore gloves." she confirmed.
"But this is not his first kill. I expect he has previous hits somewhere, if we’re lucky it could be a cold case in the records. If we could link him to one crime, perhaps we can consider making a deal with him." Levi explains.
"How about the murder weapon? Records show he owns a 9mm Glock 43." Tillman asked if they could have a shot at that if it matches any of the ballistics in the database.
Levi crossed his legs and leaned back to his chair with a bored expression. "I’m confident we won’t find a match even if we do get the chance to perform ballistics with it. Watts is too smart to use a firearm he has in the records." blond Irishman states.
"It’s most likely a gun off the registry, smuggled guns most likely. We know Uncle Sam had been having problems with illegal arms entering his borders." Levi adds, grinning sardonically at Tillman.
Sam sighed, tired, rubbing the back of her neck. "Our only chance is to get a search warrant, and for that, we need probable cause. If we could get DNA from him, I could test it and see If we could attach him to any cold case somewhere. That would be enough for an arrest warrant." she says, rubbing her eyes.
Levi flipped through the file scanning, his brows rising suddenly in interest and he turned to Tillman.
"Watts was arrested while on the road, correct?" he asked. "Yeah, but we didn’t find anything in his vehicle," Tillman answered, knowing where the blond man’s question was leading.
Levi nods and flips the folder showing Watts DMV record to the two.