10. Killer

"I heard you had the perfect eye witness." Sofia sat down, an easy smile on her face.

"I beg your pardon?" Sara looked confused. Did she miss something?

"The car salesman."

"Oh, the mole. Yeah, every jury would love him. I stood right in front of him and he had no idea how I look like. How can a man like him own a business? He must have all the counterfeit around Vegas. You can give him Yen and he thinks they're American dollars."

"Probably."

"You were there when they brought the killer into interrogation?"

"Yes."

"What did he say?"

"He asked Grissom what he did wrong."

"What did Grissom say?"

"You killed two people."

"Sounds like Grissom. This case was an example that many of the Las Vegas crimes are related. Your 419 only happened because of my 419. If he hadn't been out to kill the man who sold him to the cops a few years ago, the girl would be still alive."

"True. Apparently he gave a lot of money to the father of the girl. Like money could make it better. No money in the world can replace your daughter."

"He'll find that out when he's in jail and won't be able to watch his daughter growing up."

Sofia felt sorry for the daughter of the killer. Imagine you're a little girl and suddenly somebody at school starts talking about your father being a murderer. Things like these always became public, somebody always heard about something about your father, hears the story from a relative or friend.

"Children can suffer a big deal from things their parents did."

"Yes." Sara had to think of herself and her mother. If Laura Sidle hadn't killed her own husband, Sara's father, Sara had never been with foster parents.

Sofia felt she had hit a sensitive spot. "Change of topic?"

"Yes. The killer and the victim were both involved in some bank robberies, met at one of these camps you send your child to when it did something bad. Those camps are supposed to keep children out of trouble, I guess in this case it was the start for a group of people who committed a lot of crimes together."

"I can see the good intention behind these camps but the problem is, you'll have teenager in your group, who don't want to change, don't want the chance to live their life after the rules. For them camps like these are the perfect opportunity to catch up with likeminded people, exchange plans and ideas how to get away with whatever you plan."

"Have you ever been to any kind of camp?"

"No."

"Did you want to go somewhere?"

"A science camp."

"Of course." Sofia laughed. What else. This Sara, of course she wanted to go to a science camp. Forensic science probably.

"You?"

"Yes. A dance camp. I always loved dancing."

"Did you go?"

"No. My mother said a cop doesn't need to dance, not more than the things you learn at high school. She sent me to a camp where I learnt how to shoot guns."

"That's what's important for a cop."

"Exactly."

"You can go to dance classes now."

"Sure, my evenings are all free and I've nothing else to do than go twice a week to dance classes."

"Being a cop doesn't give you chances for a great social life, I know. Any better idea?"

"Dance holidays. Do you want to join me? Somewhere warm, learning hot salsa with a very cute guy and a lot of cocktails later. A beach, sunset, no crime, no cell phones."

"Science camp."

"You're so boring, Sara. What about fun?"

"Science is fun. A lot of fun."

Sofia shook her head. It looked like she and Sara could go along quite all right but there were still a lot differences between them. Well, being different wasn't something bad as long as you still found topics you both liked and accept the interests of the other one.