He took out a presumptive blood kit and swabbed several stains with Q-tips. Most of them turned blue, indicating the probable presence of blood. No surprise there. Raw meat defrosting in a refrigerator on a plate often sat in its own blood. If one handled the plate carelessly—and Crystal didn’t seem to be the meticulous type—the slush often splashed onto the walls or dripped down. Given the amount of stains, Decker would bet that the blood was animal rather than human. In his mind, Crystal, like Adrianna, had died a bloodless death.

Oliver came into the kitchen. “I bagged the sheets, the towels, the clothes on the floor, the crap on the floor, the garbage in the bedroom and bathroom, the toothbrush, and the hairbrush. Anything else you want from the bed and bathroom?”

“What about flies and maggots?”

“A few flies. Didn’t find a pile of maggots. I guess the girl was smart enough not to leave raw meat around.”

“Or someone was smart enough to put her in the fridge so she wouldn’t attract flies.” Decker blew out air. “Not to mention messing up our time of death.”

“Sela Graydon talked to her yesterday morning.” Oliver checked his notes. “Crystal suggested that they go out for coffee, but then never got back to Sela.”

“What about Crystal’s cell phone?”

“We haven’t found it.”

“Does she have a landline?”

“No.”

“Did you find any personal effects?”

“Just a lot of trash. No purse with any ID in it. Her car is still in the parking space.”

“Makes sense. Let’s get her cell phone records.”

Marge joined up with Oliver and Decker. She snapped off her gloves. “The lady was a slob. Makes it hard to distinguish between evidence and trash.” She looked at the body…slowly unfurling. “Golly, that’s sad. Looks like someone broke her neck.”

Decker said, “I’m thinking that she might have died by strangulation.”

“Yeah, she has the petechiae.” Marge blew out air. “Adrianna died from hanging…which is strangulation.”

“So what are the links between the two girls?” Decker asked.

Marge ticked off the possibilities on her fingers. “They were best friends, they were both at the bar at Garage the Sunday night before Adrianna died, they both were talking to the same strange man at the bar, and they both knew Aaron Otis and Greg Reyburn.”

Oliver said, “Didn’t Aaron admit that he fucked Adrianna?”

Marge nodded.

“Could he have fucked Crystal as well?”

“Maybe,” Marge said. “Maybe Greg fucked them both. Crystal and Greg were good friends.”

“Did Garth fuck Crystal?”

“Don’t know.”

Decker said, “Get Aaron Otis and Greg Reyburn back for more interviews. See what they have to say about the latest developments.”

Oliver looked at his watch. “It’s after eleven. Want us to do it tonight?”

“They’ll keep until daylight. We still have things to do around here.”