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Author's Note: Many thank yous to Laurie for beta reading and general encouragment! He found Brass in the foyer, talking to a tall blonde in a black PVC miniskirt and deep purple corset.

"Jim?"

The detective looked up at the sound of his name, saw what was in Grissom's eyes, and turned back to the young woman.

"Excuse me for a minute."

He moved away from her, holding his hands out in a calming gesture.

"We have an ID. It's not her."

It took a beat for the information to register, Grissom releasing a loud sigh when he finally managed to process it.

"Who is she?"

"Name is Lyla Morgan. She's 24, been working here for about 4 months."

"Any idea who might have done this?"

"Nope. No boyfriend." Brass gestured toward the blonde. "Madeline here tells me her clients were all pretty tame..."

Grissom's gaze followed the wave of Brass's hand.

"Madeline? Where's Heather?"

The detective raised an eyebrow.

"It seems Lady Heather is on a plane... was anyway. Her flight from Boston landed just over an hour ago, so she should be here anytime now."
       
Grissom pursed his lips and moved away from Brass, turning his attention to the woman.

"Madeline?"

She nodded.

"Gil Grissom. I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

If the name meant anything to her, she didn't show it.

"Has anyone seen anything unusual tonight?"

"Now there's a question," Brass muttered.

Grissom shot him a look, but otherwise ignored the comment.

"Not that I know of," she answered, looking from Grissom to the detective and back again.

"I suppose it's useless to ask if you might have heard any screams?" Brass offered.

Madeline tilted her head and offered him a rueful smile.

"Next question?"

"You can't think of anyone who might want to hurt Lyla Morgan?"

She shook her head.

"Like I was telling the detective, Lyla was quiet, kept to herself a lot, but she was a really nice girl. Got along with everyone here. The clients liked her. Moved to Vegas about 6 months ago from someplace on the Gulf coast. She hasn't been here long enough to make any enemies."

A uniformed officer approached the trio before Grissom could form his next question.

"Dr. Grissom?"

"Yes?"

"You said you wanted to know when your team arrived."

"Yes. Thank you." He turned to Madeline. "If you'll excuse me..."

She shrugged.

"Sure."



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