Chris looked at the police report again. He didn't have anything on his John Doe, who was still in a coma at the hospital. He was hoping that there would've been some identification on the body, but the wallet only contained a few hundred dollar bills.
The wallet itself had some initials branded on one side in gold cursive letters.
The John Doe had been in a building that had blew up from the ground floor. The medics first on the scene said he must've been on another floor and the ground underneath him collapsed and he hit his head real bad. He hadn't woken up yet which was slowing down the progression of the case.
John Doe was in a building that was supposed to be demolished in a couple of weeks. Larabee wanted to know what the man was doing in there. It was related to the case in some way he was sure.
Sighing, Chris leaned back in his chair and looked around the busy room around him. The others in the police department were busy with their own work. Detectives busied themselves with paper work and filing while police officers walked in and out of the building. The sound of radios going off occasionally blended with phones ringing and chatter.
"I see you are still bothering yourself over that bombing of the old building." came Buck's voice from behind him.
"Well once the John Doe wakes up then I may be one step closer in solving this." Chris muttered as he played with his stress ball.
"Nathan was able to identify the other burnt up victims in the bombing." Buck grunted as he sat down in the chair next to Chris' desk.
"Was he able to identify the John from the prints he pulled from him?"
"Nope."
Chris cursed under his breath and tossed the stress ball at his friend before getting up to go down to the Coroner's lab to see Nathan.
Nathan looked up when Chris came into the room and smiled.
"I only sent Wilmington upstairs a few minutes ago. Eager much?" the coroner joked.
"What do you got for me?" Chris asked, getting to the point.
Nathan walked over to his desk and picked up a clipboard which he handed it to the detective.
"Pete Dickens, Robbie Smalls, and Owen Graf. They have been arrested a couple times for robbery, and trespassing."
"What were these bottom fish doing at the old building?"
Nathan shrugged and walked over to the body that used to resemble Robbie. Now it was a charred carcass.
"From the fact that these corpses are in fairly intact, they weren't near the point of the explosion. Most of these cracks occurred when the floor above them collapsed on top of them."
"Did the blast kill them?"
"Yes." Nathan pointed to the body belonging to Owen, "He was the closest to the explosion and blast seemed to have knocked him against the wall and cracked his skull. He died instantly."
"Okay then. I'll go talk to Buck again and see if he was able to figure out what type of bomb this was."
Nathan waved him off and went back to his own work.
Chris walked back up the stairs to the main floor where he saw Buck talking to the secretary.
"I don't see how you have all this time where you can stop and talk, Bucklin. The department is obviously not giving you enough work." Chris teased.
Buck spun around, "Hey you're back, and I do have enough work. I was just stopping to chat real quick."
"Well when you're done with your chat, I need the ID on what kind of bomb I'm dealing with."
Buck sighed and said good bye to the secretary and joined Chris to his own desk. Wilmington's desk was messy with papers and files littering the surface.
"I honestly don't see how you can find anything in this mess." Chris muttered and sat down in the extra chair.
"I prefer chaos. It prepares me for the outside world."
"Load of crap."
Buck gave a huge grin and began pulling up files on his computer.
"The bomb that took out your building was home made."
"Do we know who made it?"
Chris had been familiar with many criminals who worked with explosives.
"Unfortunately no. I'm having JD go and research the materials that were used to make it. If we're lucky then we can find out where those things were bought and discover who purchased them."
"Okay." Chris sighed, satisfied that the case was going somewhere.
"Are you going to go and see him again?" asked Buck.
Chris frowned at his coworker, "The man is a possible suspect in my case. He can wake up at any time."
"Yeah but it's been about two weeks now. I think you need to accept that he may be a vegetable until someone has the curtesy to put him down."
Larabee got up from his seat and grabbed his coat from his desk, "Well until I deem it at as a lost cause, I'll make sure the hospital knows your opinion on the matter.
Buck shook his head as the detective walked out of the precinct. He was surprised at his friend's eagerness to keep the John Doe alive, to the extent of making sure that hospital would keep him in a secure area.
