Baldwin looked up from his reading. “Seriously? And you have a suspect?”
“Right now, all we have is the name from the DNA hit,” Drew said. “There are no latents, no murder weapon. We’ve got a lot of legwork ahead of us to see if the DNA stands up.”
“Who was the victim?”
“A high-class prostitute,” Li said. “We looked at the case six months ago, but it didn’t meet the criteria for reopening until the DNA hit came in.”
“Out of curiously, what was the name on the hit?” Baldwin said. “Just between us kids.”
“Roman Sorokin,” Drew said.
Baldwin’s eyes widened. “The developer? That Roman Sorokin?”
“Yeah, when I checked it out, I found out he owns a construction company.”
Baldwin leaned back in his chair and whistled. “Roman Sorokin is one of the most powerful men in LA.”
“That doesn’t mean he gets to kill someone and get a pass,” Drew said.
“No, but you better nail down every detail if you go after him,” Baldwin said. “He’s connected.”
“Connected?” Drew said. “Like with the mob?”
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