Jason nodded to Ty. "Can't hurt," he said. "Maybe he said something that'll come to her when she has a chance to think it over. We'll try again in a couple of days. She's got both our cards, so she can call if she remembers anything." The girl was 18, barely older than Chloe. He didn't want to think how his daughter would take seeing someone she cared about beaten nearly to death and unable to do anything to stop it. More victims. Jason really, really hated this guy.
"I know what he smells like," he said. "So does Gabe Cooper. The girl might be able to make a voice ID. The problem is, that's all circumstantial at best." This damned case just got more frustrating.
He shook his head at Bill. "We need the shoe and handprint," he told him. "Those can be used in court, even if it's just a glove print. Shoeprints can be as good as fingerprint evidence. Let forensics see what they can get. Then you can come back here and see if there's anything left. You've got the glass. See what you can come up with. Please." He heaved out a long breath. "Come on, let's get out of here before we pollute the scene anymore."