Hey guys! Here's chapter 11! I hope you enjoy! :D

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Senator Hayden Temple lay, in his office, in a puddle of his own blood. He was killed by a single gunshot in the center of the forehead. His piercing blue eyes were wide with shock as they gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling.

"This just doesn't make any sense." Lassiter mused. "If Thomas was telling the truth, it seems like Nicholas Alexander was trying to pin his daughter's murder on Temple. Why would he go and kill him?"

"Well Carlton, you're assuming that Alexander did this. How do you know that this isn't completely unrelated?" Juliet pitched in.

The two detectives were squatting by the body and analyzing the scene. They'd been there for a while already, but they weren't finding a thing. This guy was good.

"Oh, come on, O'Hara. You don't believe that. What are the chances? If you ask me, Temple must've known something he shouldn't have. Worried that he'd be exposed, Alexander slipped in, killed him, and then ran. Hell, he's probably halfway to the border by now." Lassiter cursed.

"Well, maybe I don't think that this is unrelated, I'm just saying that we need to consider all of the possibilities. Politics are crazy. I'll bet you that everyone on the senate has at least fifteen people wanting to kill them. We can't just assume that this was Alexander." Juliet reasoned.

Lassiter sighed heavily, standing up from his squatting position. "Fine. But as of this moment, Nicholas Alexander is our number one suspect—for this and the murder of Emily Alexander."

After a good ten minutes of in-depth searching, the detectives came up empty for evidence.

"This is just like the scene of the crime for Emily Alexander's murder." Juliet pointed out. "Well, there are differences—Emily was stabbed in the heart and Hayden's been shot in the head—but there are certainly similarities. There isn't a speck of his assailant's DNA. Looking at the bodies, they've been arranged in a spread-eagle position. Whoever did this knew what he was doing. This is the perfect crime scene."

"Yeah, I—" Lassiter stopped abruptly as something caught his eye. A slow smile spread across his face as he made his way to some invisible piece of evidence across the room.

"What, Carlton? What is it?" His partner questioned.

"It may be a good crime scene, but it isn't perfect." He pulled a latex glove out of his pocket and swiftly covered one hand. Lassiter bent down and came up with a pen cap.

"Oh, joy! A break in the case! Drinks on me!" Juliet exclaimed sarcastically.

"It's been chewed." Lassiter explained, annoyed. "Which means saliva, which means DNA."

"Oh…" Juliet blushed.

Lassiter smirked at her embarrassment. "Let's head over to Alexander's office. We bring Alexander in and go from there. We can send this to the lab for tests." He indicated the pen cap.

Juliet found herself smiling despite herself. "Looks like this case is coming to an end."

If only things were that simple.

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Senator Nicholas Alexander's office greatly resembled Hayden Temple's. Rich, oak double doors sealed off an expensive-looking room. Directly in the center of the room sat a desk that Juliet assumed cost more than she earned in a month. Papers were stacked haphazardly on the desk and surrounding filing cabinets.

The most interesting part of the senator's office? The lack of a senator.

"Where the hell is he?" Lassiter cried, replacing his gun in its holster.

"His secretary said that he should be here…" Juliet supplied.

Juliet's phone started buzzing. "Hello?" She answered. "Ok… yeah…. He's not here either… no… okay… keep me posted." She snapped her phone shut. " That was Buzz. The unit we sent to Alexander's house came up empty handed as well."

Lassiter looked like he wanted to throttle something. "Okay. This is just spit balling here—I'm not 'jumping to a conclusion' or anything. Alexander finds out one of his men—being Thomas—was caught and figured he would turn him in. He goes and ties up loose ends—being Temple—then goes on the run."

Juliet nodded slowly. "It could work…"

"Let's head back to the station to begin searching. I'll call McNab and have him find out the senator's car and put out a BOLO for it. He can look up know friends, relatives, associates—I want this guy found." Lassiter ordered.

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Somewhere in a hospital across town, a particular psychic detective's eyes opened.

Somewhere in a waiting room across town, a particular senator was planning his last stand.

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Dun dun dun! CLIFFHANGER!

I've finally figured out how this is going to end! I have to admit, it's completely different than I anticipated, but I'm happy with it.

This story is almost over!

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