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a murder in wellesley 35 Greineder’s body was removed to the medical examiner’s office. As she took notes on the items in the path and compiled a list of the woman’s clothing, Pino noted that the victim’s blue-and-white striped pants appeared to be ripped or cut down the front seam and her right arm was raised. Pino took a lock of hair resting on the woman’s upper left arm, then collected the righthand blue glove, a tennis ball, and the bloodstained Ziploc bag on the trail. Although hardened from processing hundreds of crime scenes like this, looking at May Greineder, Pino couldn’t help but feel sadness. “When a bad guy kills a bad guy it doesn’t affect me,” she said later. “I knew about the other murders [of elderly residents in the county] and you had them in the back of your head. When you see that kind of viciousness, somebody is very angry with you and it’s personal.” She added, “You don’t think about who did it. I think about what kind of evidence am I going to find to link my victim to my suspect.” Taken to Paul Fitzpatrick’s cruiser to test for blood in the back seat where Dr. Greineder had sat, Pino repeated the procedure done at the doctor’s van. This time, Pino watched as the filter paper she touched to the cruiser seat turned blue, an indication Dr. Greineder had left blood there. Testing the door handle the frantic husband had desperately tried to open, Pino noted the color of the filter paper remained unchanged. It was, as Foley would observe, another obstacle to the husband’s contention that he had touched his wife’s gaping neck wound. 4 Trooper Marty Foley followed Terry Segal down Cleveland Road. The lawyer turned left into Dr. Greineder’s driveway, and Foley parked his cruiser in the street in front of the white, split-level home with the number 56 displayed over the front door. To the left of the black door was a large bay window, and to the right an attached two-car garage. A wooden fence lined the rear yard. The house was in a pleasant neighborhood , but for Wellesley, it was rather middle class, Foley thought. 36 tom farmer and marty foley Foley had driven over with Jill McDermott, Julia Mosely, and Trooper Diane Lilly. They gathered on the front porch behind Dr. Greineder and Segal while the doctor unlocked the door. They could hear a dog barking inside, and Dr. Greineder announced that he would have to put Wolfie out back in his pen so they could walk through the house. He stepped into the foyer and disappeared down a set of stairs to what looked like a finished basement, emerging seconds later holding a German shepherd by the collar . The doctor took the animal to the main level of the house and led the dog out a door in the kitchen to its pen in the rear yard. Waiting in the kitchen for the doctor to come back, Foley spotted a Star Tec cell phone on a counter. When Dr. Greineder returned, he brought Segal and the officers through the kitchen to the left, rear corner of the house where they entered an office. Going back toward the middle of the main floor, they took a step down into a small eating area next to the office, returned to the kitchen, and walked into a separate, more formal dining room with a sliding glass door leading to a rear deck. Dr. Greineder had told Foley his house was a mess, but it looked clean and free of clutter to the trooper. Following Dr. Greineder into the living room, they then came to a set of stairs leading to the second floor. Foley climbed the stairs and peered into a bathroom that was being remodeled. While there was nothing ostentatious about the furnishings in the Greineders’ home—with the exception of a number of nice artworks—Foley thought the bathroom was quite lavish. The fixtures looked very pricey, as did the ornate glass on the shower door. The three other rooms on the top floor were bedrooms, all furnished with computers. The detectives did not open closets or look in drawers, as the doctor had only consented to a walkthrough of his home, not a thorough search, which would take court approval. Foley wasn’t looking for anything in particular...

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ISBN
9781555537975
Print ISBN
9781555537913
MARC Record
OCLC
816549830
Pages
328
Launched on MUSE
2012-12-20
Language
English
Open Access
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