"The gadgets. What did they look like?"
I thought back and realized that what I had to describe would sound a little peculiar. "Sort of like flashlights with a pistol grip ... and no lens where the light should come out. Just blunt, flat ends."
Thorsen shrugged. "Then I don't know. I expected you to report some kind of a blast or explosion."
"No sign of one."
"All right, then what else but a flying particle could drill a hole in a man's forehead the diameter of a piece of 16-gauge wire?"
"What do the x-rays show?"
"We'll know in a minute. What about the murder-attempt angle?"
I said that I had nothing to go on yet. That was the whole truth and the final truth!
When Doc's x-rays revealed nothing but a blood clot deep in the brain at the end of the tiny tunnel piercing the skull, I was left without even a "modus operandi", let alone a substantial suspect.