The Fingerprint On The Weapon

"Ring, ring, ring—" Adrienne had just completed the autopsy and returned to the office when the phone on the desk suddenly rang. She picked up the receiver and said politely, "Adrienne Carter from the forensic department speaking." "Adrienne, I don't care if you're done with your work, you'd better come to my room quickly," Quill's voice came from the other side of the phone, sounding both troubled and impatient. "What is it?" Adrienne asked. However, Quill had already hung up the phone. She put her work aside and hurried to Quill's office. When she arrived, Quill sat her down in his office chair. Then, he pointed to the computer screen and said, "Can you help me identify who this person is? Is it Mr. Hefner?" "Jefferson?" Adrienne looked at the computer screen. Quill immediately played it and explained, "It was taken from the CCTV footage of the bar. Jefferson had been to the crime scene and this morning, he had gotten into an altercation with the victim." "Why would he be in a bar at