It took a while to go over the scene, with, as much crap as there was in Askew’s workshop. Gray and Flint went over the body, noting the man’s shaved head, the dirt under his fingernails. There were some scars on his forearms that looked to Gray as if they came from accidents with tools, ancient and long since merged with the fabric of his skin. The skin of his arms and torso was patched with irritation, though it looked more like eczema or some other skin condition to Gray instead of damage. They could find nothing else on the corpse, at least not what was currently exposed. There were no pockets to go through, though his face matched the picture on file.
After looking the victim over Gray had the evidence techs come up, leaving Manson and the rest of his boys to serve as door guards. He talked to the building’s super, one Kim Young-ae. Mrs. Kim had run the place since she and her late husband bought it thirty years ago; only her son and his family, along with a few other people, had lived there. Her son had taken his little clan down to Portland to visit his wife’s relatives, and had been gone for several days. The few others who lived in the building had been working, and thus not around when she went up to confront Askew about his bounced rent check for that month.