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Chapter 2:
The art of interrogation

Not long after the conversation the SUV came to a halt behind two police cars, one of which Greg recognized to be Brass's.

The moment the team got out of the vehicle, Brass came walking up to them together with his trusty note pad clutched firmly in his hand.

"Hey guys, I'm afraid I don't have that much good news to tell you"

-"Is it possible to bring any good news at a Crime Scene?" asked Greg skeptically.

Brass ignored his comment and Grissom gave him a warning look, Greg decided that keeping his mouth shut was probably the smartest thing to do now.

"The victim is a fifteen year old girl named Cassie Norman, she had her hall pass in her bag"

The CSI's were quiet once again, this time out of abomination, the dead of any person was horrible but a fifteen year old made them terribly aware of the cruelty of some people in the world.

Grissom was the first person to break the silence. "Who found her?"

Brass checked his note pad before he answered Grissom's question.

"Two teenage boys, joyriding across the desert in daddy's Mercedes. They ran over the girl's foot, and I have to say it really surprises me that they even noticed and bothered to pull over".

Grissom looked confused, in his knowledge every sane human being would at least be curious.

"Well, let put it this way" Brass said thinking of a way to put it in a clear perspective, "They asked me, and I quote: 'Hey dude, what's that ugly twin brother of yours doing standing next to you?'"

-"They were wasted" stated Greg in a way he could have said 'dôh'.

Grissom stepped to forward to face his team.

"Okay, we have to do this investigation careful and very thorough. This aren't ideal circumstances to collect evidence, it's very hot out here but be sure to collect everything. We have a responsibility to the girl's parents, they need to know what happened, and so do we."
Grissom paused for a moment to let his words penetrate the minds of his team.

"Sara, you'll cover the area around the body. Nick and I will examine everything close to the body, and Greg…you'll have another nice talk with the boys who found Cassie, get some more details on where they've walked and get their shoeprints. If you're done, come see us".

Greg nodded as a sign he understood, talking to the suspects wasn't really what he had in mind but it was a start.

Grissom didn't say anything further and walked away, Sara and Nick on the other hand, stayed behind for a moment to wish him luck.

"Break a leg man" said Nick and patted him on the back.

Sara smiled at him and said "Good luck".

Greg watched his co-workers walking away, it meant a lot to him that they had faith in him.

With this confidence boost, Greg walked up to the two boys standing nearby the ambulance getting checked out by the paramedics.

The moment Greg arrived and greeted them, the paramedics walked away to make room for him as a sign of professional courtesy.

Greg turned to the boys who were still looking a bit woozy from whatever they still had in their system.

"I'm Greg Sanders, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime lab" He said that realizing he had never said that before outside the lab, there was one time he had to identify himself when the CSI's

were handling a hot case and there was security posting outside the building to keep the media out.

The boys didn't say anything but stared at him with an empty gaze.

Greg figured playing the nice guy wouldn't work, the boys were too far out.

"So, what were you doing cruising around in your dad's Mercedes in the middle of nowhere?"

This time, Greg sounded a bit more harsh then he had done before.

They now looked at him as if Greg had thrown a bucket of ice cold water in their faces, they were suddenly very aware of the fact that they were being questioned.

"Are you like cop or something? You don't look like the ugly fat guy who was asking us like a thousand questions earlier"

Their attitude went from absent-minded to defensive in a matter of seconds.

Greg had to find a way to make them talk.

"I'm a forensic scientist, I'm here to find out whether you killed this girl or not. And honestly, your future isn't looking all that great at the moment".

Greg's words seemed to piss them off even more, but it finally made them break.

"We didn't kill that girl! She was already toast when we ran over her foot". One of the teenagers, a boy with a cap named Jimmy, said.

While the boy talked, Greg opened his shoeprint kit and gestured the boys one by one to lift their feet.

He stood up again and put away the evidence in the evidence bags.

"What were you doing this far into the desert anyway?"

Again, there was that annoying silence that had been there a few times already during the conversation.

But this time, the boys looked questioned as if they didn't know whether they should tell him or not.

Gavin, the other boy, took a deep sigh. "There was a party, about 3 miles from here in an abandoned fort. The whole school goes there to party every weekend, it's the hottest place around".

Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing, did he actually get the boys to reveal this kind of delicate details to him?

"Was Cassie there?"

-"Cassie?"

"The girl you ran over"

"Dunno, we were…kind of busy, if you know what I mean" Gavin suddenly had a frolic smile on his face.

Greg thanked the boys and told them to stay in town, in case they needed them again during the investigation.

He then walked up to Grissom and Nick, he couldn't wait to tell them what he had found out.