Dr. Jenkins observed his comatose wife, Cynthia, in the guestroom of the eight thousand square foot estate his wife inherited from her late grandfather. Fitted with a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, a functional MRI machine, and life support equipment for her long-term care, the private location kept her off the radar from other research doctors or FDA investigators unfamiliar with her...

Brannigan drove cautiously on county roads, lost in thought about the investigation. Hours spent at Orange County hospital had left him with memories of being met with blank stares from EMTs who dismissed the cell phone image of Manny Lopez but made a positive ID on Ronald Neyman, whom they’d treated for minor injuries and released from hospital care. Both...

Lisa moved her barefoot leg closer to her body, her back and shoulders aching from the stationary pose on the basement floor while she poked and prodded at the padlock securing the chain around her ankle. She inserted the whittled ends of her makeshift lock picks inside the narrow keyhole, her fingers sore from the constant repetition. She could feel...

Detective Rossi stared at the computer screen inside her home office, her hair still damp from a morning shower as she scoured the pages of information from the state police library on the science of DNA testing. She’d referenced CODIS numerous times on previous investigations involving DNA samples taken from convicted offenders. In the case of Simon Hollis, his attorney...