Chapter 2: Miami International
"Okay. Then now tell me what's with that Marisol." Sam demanded. Horatio looked at her.
"Last year I married a woman named Marisol Delko."
"So then her name was Marisol Delko-Caine? Funny prononciation" Sam giggled. "But I've heard that name before. Delko. There's an employee at the lab called Delko, isn't it?"
"Yes. Marisol was his sister. She had cancer. The Mala Noche shot her because I cared about her."
"And then you killed her murderer, Antonio Riaz?"
"Eric Delko and I flew to Brazil for Riaz had gone there. We killed him."
They were waiting for the plane to arrive at Miami International. Sammie looked at him.
"So I had a step mom without knowing it?"
Horatio looked at her sideways and then stared into thin air in front of him.
"What are you thinking about?" Sammie asked. Horatio didn't answer.
"I'm going to get myself a beer, you want one too?"
Now Horatio looked up. "You're much too you to be drinking beer."
Sammie giggled. "I know. But you weren't responding. You have been to New York before, to solve some crimes for others. Now your doing so for me. Do you know those people at the NYPD lab?"
A cell phone ring interrupted Sammie's flow of questions.
"It's mine" she noticed. "It's Christina."
"Hello?" she answered. It took a while before Sammie heard what Christina was saying.
"Sammie, where are you? I've been worried sick!"
"Oh Christy, I'm in Miami. You don't know yet?"
"Know what?"
"About my mother."
There was a long silence. Then, finally; "I do know, Sammie. It was on the news."
"Oh. I'm down here in Miami, with my dad. We're going to figure out what has happened to mom."
Again, a long pause. "I think you better should leave that to the police."
Sammie
grinned. "My dad is a police lieutenant and an acquaintance of the
NYPD Crime Lab's supervisor."
"Oh My God. Then he better not
find out."
"'Bout what?"
"Never mind. So, when will you be back here?"
"I won't. Well, I will come back to solve the case but then I'll go to Miami, finish this trimester there and then go to college. I finally found out what I want to be"
"What is it then?"
"Questioned Documents Laboratory Technician."
"That's a mouthful."
"You can just say QD lab tech though."
"okay then. See you later, I hope!"
"See you later"
Sammie pressed the button and put her cell back in her pocket.
"Now we're going to New York" she said, leaning back in the plastic chair.
