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Brass nodded, glancing around to see who else had seen the dominatrix. "And her granddaughter."
"The baby in the desert…?"
The detective pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. With a sigh, he opened his eyes but focused them on the tiled floor.
"As if her family hasn't been through enough."
Gil silently agreed with the man standing to his right. As he looked up, he caught a very brief glance of Lady Heather disappearing around the corner.
"Does she have a car seat?" The salt-and-pepper haired man inquired. "For the baby, I mean."
Brass furrowed his brows as he attempted to follow the Entomologist's train of thought. "I'm not sure. I believe she had someone coming to pick her up, and they had purchased one on the way."
"Oh." Gil released the breath he had been holding. Regaining his concentration on the case, he strode into Brass' office so the two of them could discuss the latest developments.
"Anything on the victim?"
The detective sat down his the chair behind his desk before answering. He contemplated his answered, deciding what information would be useful and what wouldn't. "Vic's name is David Walker. He was a therapist and was here on vacation. How nice, huh? Come for the slots and get whacked."
Gil nodded, a small grin appearing on his face. "Anything else?"
"Nothing on my part."
"I'm running the DNA from the baby against David's," Gil informed Brass. Upon seeing the detective's questioning look, he went with an explanation. "Just a gut feeling I had. Sometime's they're the ones you need to listen to."
Brass shook his head in agreement as he opened the small notebook that was lying on his desk. He studied the contents of one page before giving Gil any indication of what he was reading.
"You're thinking that the dead guy is the baby's father?" The detective asked, not looking up from the book before him.
"I think that's a fair assumption, don't you?" Gil retorted. "And it's not hurting anyone to run the DNA."
Brass held up his hands in surrender. "No need to get defense."
"I'll let you know what I find," Gil said to the detective as he exited the office. Although the tension that came with finding a child abandoned in the middle of no where had vanished, Gil still didn't feel at ease. He would have to talk to Heather soon, just to follow routine, but was looking forward to it. She had wanted to find her grandchild and now she had. Maybe, he thought, now she can finally get some rest.
Inside his office, Gil found a note on his desk. He opened it and started down at the paper. In the handwriting he had seen a number of times before, a note had been carefully jotted. It read the following:
Mr. Grissom, I trust you will need to speak with me. Over tea, at my dominion, perhaps? I'd prefer not to leave my granddaughter if possible, but if you need me to revisit the crime lab, I understand. You know how to contact me.
Yours,
Heather
The Entomologist read and reread the note several times before placing it back on his desk. With a sigh, Gil walked out of his office and headed for the DNA lab. Before contacting the dominatrix, he needed to check the progress of the test he had ordered just a few hours earlier.