Father of Mine
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Sorry I haven't updated. I planned on doing it last week but the site wouldn't let me load any docs so I couldn't. But now I am!
The woman from the front desk walked back to Jazz. "What did they want?"
Jazz sighed. "To annoy me."
"That's what men do to us, honey. They're only here to piss us off."
Jazz chuckled. "You don't really believe that, do you?"
"Well my ex-husband did just that. He was a blood sucking leech."
Before the woman left, she stopped to look at Jazz. "And they're only here for your money. That's why Harry's now my ex."
Jazz laughed. That was all she thought about. Her ex husband. Or husbands. She probably had more than one. Her smile faded as she thought about last night. Just thinking about it made her shoulder hurt. Gently she rubbed it and got back to work.
Valera was processing the black hair found on the weight. Calleigh was looking for finger prints. Mostly all she could find were particles. She smiled when she found a good print. She collected it and ran it through AFIS. The black hair didn't match anyone. The hair was a match to one of Eric's relatives.
"This case is getting too weird." Valera mumbled and showed Calleigh her finding.
"It's female." Calleigh sighed "It can't be Marisol. Maybe his mother or another sister."
"I guess anything's possible."
Eric was walking through the lab, a folder in his hands. He sighed and closed the folder. Just as he was about to press the button, the elevator dinged. The doors slid open. Eric's eyes widened at the tall black haired woman. She looked up with sad brown eyes.
"Maria…" he was still shocked.
"Hi, Eric." she smiled. "I need to talk to you."
Eric held up the folder. "Well, I need to talk to you."
She looked confused.
"We found a black hair on a weight at a murder scene. Whoever it belongs to is related to me."
Maria sighed. She sat down and rubbed her eyes. Eric sat down next to her.
"I didn't do anything, Eric." She said.
"I know but I need to know how you hair ended up at a murder scene."
"The weights probably mine. I guess someone stole it."
"Did you report it?"
"No. I just thought I lost it. I'm always losing things. Didn't think much of it."
Again, Eric sighed. This was stressing him out. Nothing was going right on the case. Someone was trying to set up Maria and Jasmine. But who?
Seven-thirty rolled around. Ryan called Jasmine to say he was working until eight. She didn't feel like waiting in the stuffy house. She needed to walk around in the cool Miami air. Jasmine threw a duffel bag over her shoulder before heading out. She hadn't packed too much because she didn't plan on staying with her brother for very long.
She stopped at a few places before arriving. Most of them were her friends. She hadn't talked to them in forever. So why not have a surprise visit. Jasmine arrived at Ryan's house ten after eight. Slowly Jasmine approached the door. It was left open partially.
Strange, she thought. Ryan would be more careful.
"Ryan?" She called, pushing open the door. "Ryan, you home?"
The house looked like a hurricane had hit. Things thrown every which way. Blood laid on the wooden table by the door. Ryan had OCD… there was no way he'd leave it like this. Panicking, Jasmine called the cops.