"I've got a copy of the will of the Walshes." Sofia handed the paper over to Sara.

"And? I'm sure you read it already."

"Nothing for the son, like the daughter said. He isn't even mentioned with one word. Did you have anything on the print."

"Yes, a name. Bob Jefferson."

"And could the colleagues in San Fran find him?"

"No, they couldn't. According to detective Manda, nobody saw Mister Jefferson the last four days."

"He could be here."

"Yes he could. Another very interesting thing was, one neighbor could remember that Mister Jefferson had a daily visitor who happens to look just like Lorenzo Walsh. Isn't that a crazy coincidence?"

"It's a very interesting coincidence. I think I'd like to talk to Mister Walsh junior again."

"So does Cath."

"You gonna let her in?"

"It's her case" Sara smiled.

"Right. Okay, I'll catch up with her."

"And I'll be behind the mirror watching you. Oh, Bob Jefferson is on the cast, your colleagues are looking for him."

"He doesn't happen to drive a black Mercedes van?"

"No, he drives an old Buick. License plate is out too."

"You were busy."

"I'm always busy to do a good job."

"Of course. I'll see you later."

"Good luck, lieutenant."

Sofia found Cath in front of the interview room. The strawberry blonde was reading a file.

"Hey, is Walsh there?"

"Waiting inside. What do you have?"

"Somebody who looks like Walsh Junior is a regular visitor of Bob Jefferson, whose print was on the door. I wonder what he can tell us about this man."

"Coincidence?"

"I don't believe that."

"Let's see what Walsh has to say." Cath got up and followed Sofia in the interview room.

"Mister Walsh, nice to see you again."

"Can't say the same, lieutenant Curtis." The young man barely looked at Sofia.

"You can get rid off me by telling us the truth. The more you tell us, the faster we are away."

"I told you the truth."

"You didn't tell me about Bob Jefferson."

"Who's that?" It was obvious for Sofia and Cath that the young man was lying.

"Your boyfriend."

"I'm sorry?"

"If you want not to see us for any longer you should start to tell us the truth. Let's try it again: Bob Jefferson."

"Never heard of him."

A knock on the door let them look up. Sara's head came in the room.

"I'm sorry. Cath, can I talk to you for a second? It's important."

"Sure."

A minute later Cath was back.

"Mister Walsh, Bob Jefferson."

"I told you I don't know this man."

"Are you telling me you don't know the people you're sleeping with?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Bob Jefferson's prints were found on the door to your motel room."

"He might have stayed in there before, I don't know."

"You want us to believe such a coincidence?"

"Yes."

"How do you explain that he rent a black van, the same kind of van that was seen in front of your parents' house?"

"Maybe they knew each other, I can't tell you. I didn't have any contacts to my parents."

"He is your lover."

"That's ridiculous."

"Look, we don't care that you're gay. It doesn't matter. But we do care that you and the prime suspect are having a relationship. Having him and you in Las Vegas, him rent a black van, the same van in front of your parents' house, that are a lot of coincidences."

"Things like that happen."

"Can you explain why he paid for your room?"

"What?"

"He paid for the room you're staying in at the moment, he arrived at the same time like you, he shares a room with you. We talked to the housekeeper, it's not a coincidence that you and him are here, you are both here together. And you were here before your parents got killed."

"Can you prove anything of that?" He looked angry at Cath.

Sofia was asking herself the same. She had no idea what Sara had told Cath but she hoped the CSI had some evidence.

"We're getting a warrant for your room right now, also for your room in San Francisco. We've a witness who saw you and Mister Jefferson together. We have another witness who saw the black van the night of the murder in front of your parents' house. We have a black van rent by a young man who looked like Mister Jefferson for the particular night. We'll get his prints out of the van and I can promise you, when we'll find your prints in there too, you'll have a very big problem. You won't go to hell but you'll go for the rest of your life into prison. If we find out you pulled the trigger, you'll face prosecution for double murder. That will give you the needle. In your own interested, you should start to talk."

"I didn't kill my parents."

"Not good enough. Why are you here? Why did you come to Vegas? Don't tell me it was to see them."

"Gambling."

"You can gamble in San Francisco just fine, Mister Walsh."

"Every town has it's own flair and the flair of San Fran isn't gambling."

"Why did Mister Jefferson came here?"

"You have to ask him yourself."

"Tell us where he is and we'll do it."

"I can't help you there."