He had heard similar evaluation from other female residents of UMCB concerning Chandless’ behavior towards women. He was a dislikable man, but just because he had a repulsive personality didn’t mean that the blame should fall on him. Not without justifiable evidence. He supposed his next step would be speaking to the kitchen staff. They might have more to offer on him, but he doubted that it would sway too far from the general analysis of his character.
Turning his attention to the monitor, Theo looked over the names and data that came onto the screen as Singh scrolled down the list of patients. Jennifer Kuzcera was easily ruled out since the blood found at the site of Salazar’s murder was male. Brian Greeves and Francisco Camargo were the ones he was interested in talking to, especially the latter. 28 stitches to a nasty laceration on the leg. If he was a supply scout, he would have more or less known all three suspects. It would also be easy for him to find an alibi if he simply claimed to be out on a run.
Of course there was the likelihood that none of the patients on the list were the culprit. They could all be telling the truth. The only way to determine whether they were the killer or not was matching their blood to the sample that was found. He was most likely going to have to ask the patients directly if he could make the comparison. It was doubtful that the hospital would have any viable DNA samples at hand by this point. Writing down the information on each patient in his pad, Theo shifted slightly in his seat, leaning his weight off to one side.
“It’s possible,” he answered, closing the notebook and slipping it back into his jacket, “I’m going to have to speak to them first and see if their stories line up.” More tasks to add onto his to-do list on top of figuring out more on the panther head graffiti and locating the injured female whose blood was found on a mattress in the North Loop. He was going to have to return to the Capitol tonight, however. It was about time he did considering he barely got the chance to be there since his return. He needed to check in with the department, the Chief specifically, and report his findings. Then, he was going to take a short break to clear his mind.
“I don’t want to sound like a broken record,” he said cordially, “but thank you for the help. If anything else comes up, feel free to give me a call.” He retrieved a card from his pocket, sliding it over to her on the desk. “And stay safe.”