READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 9 March 2014 | Page 70
LEE MOSSEL
Lee Mossel was born in Eugene, Oregon and raised in the
small logging and lumber mill town of Noti twenty miles
west of Eugene. He entered the University of Oregon at age
sixteen where he received bachelors and masters degrees
in geology. He began his professional career as a petroleum
geologist with Shell Oil in Denver, CO in 1967. Over a thirtyfour year career, he worked for several independent oil and
gas exploration firms including two he founded or cofounded.
He has two grown children with families living in Colorado
and a total of four grandchildren. He and his wife, Jan, live
in Parker, Colorado, about twenty-five miles southeast of
Denver. They enjoy golf, travel, good wines, fine dining,
reading, and their grandchildren.
EXCERPT FROM THE MURDER
PROSPECT:
When I saw Lindsey’s Edge turn in
the driveway, I went to the garage,
opened the overhead door, and
motioned for her to park inside. As
soon as she was in, I lowered the
door. She was wearing a uniform, so I
felt a little odd when she took me in a
long embrace. When she pulled back,
I noticed tears in the
corners of her eyes. Her voice was
low and soft. “George sent me out.
He just said your place was a crime
scene and I needed to work it. He told
me to make sure I brought a blood
kit. What happened? Are you hurt?”
I said, “No, I’m all right…just a sore
wrist. I had a visit from some guys
who are probably involved in the
Linfield murder and we had a pretty
good go-round in the front entryway
and porch. There’s some blood out
there from one of them and George
wants to get samples into the system
quickly. Hey, did you bring your
overnight bag? The ‘work’ gives you
a good excuse for you getting here
early.”
Lindsey reacted like I’d slapped her.
“What the hell’s the matter with
you? George said shots were fired,
you say there’s blood evidence, and
you’re asking if I plan to spend the
night? C’mon, show me the blood
and anything else you’ve got. I’ll do
the forensics, get the samples to the
lab, and then we’ll sort out what
we’re doing!” There was nothing soft
in her voice now. She sounded mad.
Properly chastised, I waited as she
got her kit and then led the way to
the entry. “There’s a little blood just
inside the door and more out on the
porch. It’s all from the same guy.
There were two of ‘em here, but the
other guy wasn’t cut that I know
of…me neither. The bleeder was a
guy by the name of Mike
Landry. He’s part of Black Blizzard.
The other guy’s a big Mexican dude,
I don’t know his name. “If you look
here,” I pointed at the scrape on the
tile, “You can see where a bullet
clipped the floor. It bounced into the
molding over there.” I showed her
the bullet hole. “The slug should be
in the wall and the casing is over by
the door. I put Landry’s gun on the
table.”
She put a scaled ruler next to the
bullet hole and began snapping
pictures, moved the scale next to the
shell casing, and took more. She
opened her kit, pulled on surgical
gloves, and began using Q-tips to
swab blood from the tile putting each
one in a small sealed tube. She used a
pair of rubber tipped tweezers to
pick up the casing and put it in a
plastic bag. Finally she said, “What
have you touched?” Her voice was all
business.
“Nothing except the gun.”
She took blood samples from the tile
and the porch before asking, “Are
those more blood drops going down
the sidewalk and out to the
driveway?”
I hadn’t noticed. “Probably. Landry
did a knee walk from the porch to the
car.”
She gave me a sideways glance.
“Why’d he do that?”
“Because I told him to.”
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