When she was gone, Marino said, “Waddell’s supposedly been locked up ten years, and there’s no way the print we got from Jennifer Deighton’s chair was left ten years ago. She didn’t even move into her house on Southside until a few months ago, and the dining room furniture looks brand-new. Plus, there were indentations on the carpet in the living room that make it appear a dining room chair was carried in there, maybe on the night she died. That’s why I wanted the chairs dusted to begin with.”

“An uncanny possibility,” Vander said. “At this moment, we can’t prove that the man who was executed last week was Ronnie Joe Waddell.”

“Perhaps there is some other explanation for how Waddell’s print ended up on a chair in Jennifer Deighton’s house,” I said. “For example, the penitentiary has a wood shop that makes furniture.”

“Unlikely as hell,” Marino said. “For one thing, they don’t do woodworking or make license plates on death row. And even if they did, most civilians don’t end up with prison-made furniture in their house.”

“All the same,” Vander said to Marino, “it would be interesting if you could track down who and where she bought her dining room set from.”

“Don’t worry. It’s a top priority.”

“Waddell’s complete past arrest record, including his prints, should all be in one file at the FBI,” Vander added. “I’ll get a copy of their print card and retrieve the photograph of the thumbprint from Robyn Naismith’s case. Where else was Waddell arrested?”

“Nowhere else,” Marino said. “The only jurisdiction that will have his records should be Richmond.”

“And this print found on a dining room chair is the only one you’ve identified?”

I asked Vander.

“Of course, a number of those lifted came back to Jennifer DOW” he said. “Particularly on the books by her bed and the folded sheet of paper - the poem. And a couple of unknown partials from her car, as you might expect, maybe left by whoever loaded groceries into her trunk or filled her tank with gas. That’s all for now.”

“And no luck with Eddie Heath?”

I asked.

“There wasn’t much to examine. The paper bag, can of soup, candy bar. I tried the Luma-Lite on his shoes and clothes. No luck.”