The coroner results came in later that day. The cause of death was a single 38 caliber bullet through the heart, entering in the chest and lodging in the spine. Bernie also determined that John Doe, as he was now considered, was deceased when he was dumped into the Bay. There were no indications of any water in his lungs. The only true damage to the body was the degeneration of skin around the bullet hole caused from exposure while in the water.

He wasn't dead for long or we would have seen more impact to his body from the saltwater, Bernie added with a note on the file. I don't suspect he was dumped very far away from India Basin. With that, Steve flipped open the file with the report, and once again reviewed the photos and the full report.

But who was this victim? Bernie's estimate was that the man was around mid-late forties, a non-smoker but overweight. His clothing was casual business attire: a brown suitcoat, yellow button-down shirt with striped tie and coordinating slacks. His wardrobe could have come from a Sears or Penney's, which was of absolutely no help.

Steve circulated the morgue photo to local police authorities and reached out to Missing Persons.

The Inspector leaned back in his seat and stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds to clear his mind. The smell of a new pot of morning coffee distracted him and realizing that he had let his initial cup go cold, Steve wandered over to pot for a warm-up. Glancing into Mike's office, he saw the older man beaming speaking enthusiastically on the phone. That type of smile only happened under one circumstance.

Jeannie had to be on the other end. She stayed in Arizona during the summer, working on an internship and taking a couple of extra courses. This would give her a head start on her master's degree. Steve knew that Mike missed having his daughter home for the summer, but any sadness was replaced with pride of the young woman's accomplishments.

The smile was contagious and soon Steve felt a small grin spread across his face. Not wanting to intrude, he returned to his desk and waited for his boss to enter the bullpen with what he figured would be good news.

Minutes later, the door opened, and Mike emerged, slapping his hands together. "Guess who I just talked to?"

Steve was now chuckling. "I saw your face when I was getting coffee. It had to be Jeannie. Is she coming home for a break before the fall semester begins?"

"You bet your buttons, Buddy Boy! She'll be coming in tomorrow evening."

"On the bus, I take it?" Steve queried.

"No sir. She has her own car now. She was able to afford it from the internship and of course, the old man helped out too," Mike beamed.

"Well, that is big news. I guess she got it in Arizona?" Steve asked. "Can't wait to see it."

Steve was still grinning, when he looked down at his desk and saw the John Doe's photo. With his expression changing, Mike quickly shifted back to his professional persona.

"Any updates on our victim from India Basin?"

"We got the report from Bernie, but no one is claiming a missing person," Steve commented. "Bernie thinks the victim was dumped not too far from where he was found. Maybe I'll swing down to that area and see if anyone recognizes him. Maybe a restaurant or hotel. There's not much down there."

Mike nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea, but you be careful. If that doesn't turn anything up, we should expand our inquires beyond the area. Who knows where this guy is from!"