"Can I help you?" Mr. Sanchez asked as Catherine, Sara and Brass stood
there looking on.
"Yes, my name is Catherine Willows and this is Sara Sidle. We're with the crime lab and this is Captain Jim Brass. Were here to ask you a few questions about your whereabouts on Monday around midnight."
"What is this all about?" He blurted out.
"Sir, your fingerprints were found at a scene of a murder. And since you have priors we were able to match your fingerprints from the fingerprint database." Sara said.
"If you don't want to comply, we do have a warrant." Jim said holding up the piece of paper handing it to him and shoved his way past the tall latin man.
"This is ridiculous. I was sleeping then." He shouted.
"Do you know anyone that can back you up?" Sara asked.
"No. I live on my own and how would anyone know?"
"Where's your bathroom sir?" Catherine asked.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to go before you left to go anywhere?" He said sarcastically. The look on Catherine's face didn't comply with his dry sense of humor. "First door on your right."
"Bedroom?"
"It's next to the john."
"What makes you think I was there. Anyone can plant prints. Look at that Milander guy." Sanchez pointed out. "He was placing prints all over the crime scene."
"He's dead." Brass said flatly. Sanchez rolled his eyes.
Catherine searched the bathroom for any asthma medication while Sara searched the bedroom. Sara looked in the bedside table first and found something interesting.
"Mr. Sanchez? Are you having trouble breathing?" She asked.
"What's it to ya?" He sneered.
"Just answer the question." Brass demanded.
"I have asthma. Plus I've got a cold so those two don't mix well." He explained.
Sara looked at Catherine who was standing at the doorway of the bedroom. They exchanged glances and they Sara finally emurged and nodded at Brass.
"Okay, Mr. Sanchez. You're being arrested for murder." He said taking is cuffs from the holder.
"What? For who? Who did I murder?" He demanded.
"That we don't know yet. We're going to take you down and you're going to tell us. And if you refuse to, we have our ways of finding out." Catherine said.
"Torture?"
"Evidence." Sara said bluntly.
"Yes, my name is Catherine Willows and this is Sara Sidle. We're with the crime lab and this is Captain Jim Brass. Were here to ask you a few questions about your whereabouts on Monday around midnight."
"What is this all about?" He blurted out.
"Sir, your fingerprints were found at a scene of a murder. And since you have priors we were able to match your fingerprints from the fingerprint database." Sara said.
"If you don't want to comply, we do have a warrant." Jim said holding up the piece of paper handing it to him and shoved his way past the tall latin man.
"This is ridiculous. I was sleeping then." He shouted.
"Do you know anyone that can back you up?" Sara asked.
"No. I live on my own and how would anyone know?"
"Where's your bathroom sir?" Catherine asked.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to go before you left to go anywhere?" He said sarcastically. The look on Catherine's face didn't comply with his dry sense of humor. "First door on your right."
"Bedroom?"
"It's next to the john."
"What makes you think I was there. Anyone can plant prints. Look at that Milander guy." Sanchez pointed out. "He was placing prints all over the crime scene."
"He's dead." Brass said flatly. Sanchez rolled his eyes.
Catherine searched the bathroom for any asthma medication while Sara searched the bedroom. Sara looked in the bedside table first and found something interesting.
"Mr. Sanchez? Are you having trouble breathing?" She asked.
"What's it to ya?" He sneered.
"Just answer the question." Brass demanded.
"I have asthma. Plus I've got a cold so those two don't mix well." He explained.
Sara looked at Catherine who was standing at the doorway of the bedroom. They exchanged glances and they Sara finally emurged and nodded at Brass.
"Okay, Mr. Sanchez. You're being arrested for murder." He said taking is cuffs from the holder.
"What? For who? Who did I murder?" He demanded.
"That we don't know yet. We're going to take you down and you're going to tell us. And if you refuse to, we have our ways of finding out." Catherine said.
"Torture?"
"Evidence." Sara said bluntly.