George Fisher stared gloomily here and there, thinking about the meagre evidence he had. He was standing in the crime scene trying to imagine what had happened and recreate the scene in his mind. He had been working as a field officer for the FBI for fourteen years. Three lines on his forehead justified his hard life. His stance was revealing the frustration he felt from inside.
His cell phone rang as he breathed a sigh of relief. He had been awaiting the results of the lab.
"What did you hit about the shell casing, Paulie?"
"Full metal jacket and heavy calibre stuff." Paul James said. "It's customised, cuz it had no manufacturer's code or calibre stamp on the case."
"And..."
"Uhh, yeah, the lab did say that the ammo used a Berdan primer instead of an American boxer."
Fisher's eyebrows hitched up. "Berdan? So European manufacture?"
"Seems like it, pal"
In his field of work Fisher had come across these kind of situations. A Berdan primer had no integral anvil as opposed to the American version. The anvil was constructed right in the cartridge case,forming a miniature T-shaped projection in the primer pocket with two flash holes to allow the exploded primer to get to the powder.
So when you pull the trigger the firing pin hits the primer Cup compressing the primer between the cup and anvil and causing the primer to explode. This mini explosion shot through the flash holes and ignited the Powder to temperatures over 5,000 degrees and the bullet would going down the barrel.
"I see. Thanks buddy. Keep me informed."
He hanged up and went inside the mansion.
"Where's the witness?"
"I will bring him, sir." Answered a young officer.
A man dressed up in black suit approached him. He looked like a typical movie type bodyguard, with bulky frame and four inches above six.
" You are Mr Shaw's bodyguard?"
"Yes, poor man, he died in fronta me."
"Tell me exactly what happened."
"I was walki-... I mean Mr Shaw was walking in the garden when I suddenly heard a bang and he... and he fell flat on the snow. That shit disgusted me and I was so scared that I barely managed to piss myself."
While he was speaking Fisher realised that his neck was stiff and though he was trying to maintain eye contact his eyes flicked, watching Fisher's left and right eye again and again.
He's nervous.
After asking him questions and taking notes he came out and went towards his car as he spotted Paulie.
"Back from the lab?"
"Can't you see for yourself."
That's Paulie for you.
"Hey we are going."
"Where to sir." He said sarcastically giving him a mock salute.
"To the first adopted son of Robert Shaw: Robert Shaw Jr."
"Gee, Fisher. I am feeling all fizzy from inside."
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