Chapter 20
Grissom arrived panting in front of interrogation room 7 where Catherine was waiting, a clipboard in her hands.
"Catherine, he's in there?" asked Greg, who scrambled up behind Grissom.
"Yep. And all laywered up too. He's got one of the best working for him, Gregory Slade."
"Of course." Said Grissom nodding gravely. The CSI team and Gregory Slade had butted heads many times before in high profile cases, and in the case of David Mile, there was no higher profile at the moment. Catherine handed Grissom the clipboard and motioned for Greg to follow her.
"Aren't I going in as well?" asked Greg. Catherine shook her head.
"No, since we're down so much man power, we need you working away in the labs with me."
"That's why I became a field agent, so I wouldn't have to be in the labs anymore." Whined Greg.
"Greg, we all need to do our part to get our friends back, stop complaining." Catherine instructed. "Brass, is already in there waiting for you Gris, good luck." She finished as she and Greg moved off down the hallway and Grissom pushed open the sound proof glass door.
"David Mile, I would like you to meet Dr. Gil Grissom, supervisor of the graveyard shift here in Las Vegas." Brass reeled off quickly, and David gave a bored nod, while his lawyer shifted in his seat.
"Pleasure." Replied David in an oily manner.
"Now what are you holding my client for? Where's your evidence?" began Gregory Slade, quite viscously. Grissom calmly removed some evidence bags and photos of the crime scene and placed them in front of David's chair.
"We found blood at the scene of a crime and it matched David's DNA profile." Grissom indicated the vending machine and the cooler, splattered with blood.
"That could have been from anytime before. He wasn't connected with the kidnapping!" Slade defended.
"Maybe not." Shrugged Grissom, and focused his gaze on David, who didn't flinch. "May I see you knuckles please Mr. Mile?" David sighed, and Slade put up a hand to stop him, but David shrugged him off.
"I have nothing to hide. If the cops want to see my hands, they can see my hands." David said smoothly, "I want to help in any way I can."
"Thank you." Said Grissom as he examined David's hands with a flashlight, but could find no bruising or cuts on his hands. "May I see your shoes now?" asked Grissom.
"What for?" asked Slade suspiciously.
"We found a certain shoe mark at the crime scene and we want to rule out David as a suspect." Replied Grissom.
"It's fine, I don't mind in the least." David said soothingly, and propped up his shoes on the desk, while Grissom examined them with a flashlight. They were highly polished black shoes, Grissom didn't know the make, but they definitely, weren't the shoes that they were looking for. Still the proper precautions must be taken.
"Could you remove them so I can take a shoe print please?" asked Grissom.
"If I do, you must buy me a new pair, these are extremely expensive shoes, and that ink will ruin the leather." Said David sourly.
"Do it you-" Brass began as he stood up, but Grissom held up his hand and Brass fell silent.
"No, no. If Mr. Mile doesn't want to remove his shoes, that's fine with me." Cooed Grissom. "However, would you mind telling me what size shoe you are?"
"12." Replied David evenly. Grissom brought out a tape measure and placed it alongside the shoe. "What? You think I'm lying about my shoe size?" asked David incredulously.
"Under the circumstances, I must." Grissom wrote down some figures on the clipboard he was holding but gave a small smile. "However, you are telling the truth, you do have quite large feet."
"I told you." Hissed David.
"If we're just going to play games all day then we're leaving. Mr. Mile has an extremely busy schedule today, and appointments, he can't afford to miss." Stated Gregory Slade.
"Only a few more questions." Said Brass, with a fake smile on his face. "Try to remain calm."
"Do you have a wife or girlfriend Mr. Mile?" asked Grissom, pen poised over the paper.
"I don't see what my personal life has to do with this case, but no I don't, my work is my life." Replied David, clearly bored again.
"And you're the head of the programming division of Blizzard Tech, is that correct?"
"Anyone who is anyone would know that Mr. Grissom."
"So you work with computers a lot." Grissom said this as more of a statement that a question.
"Of course." Said David nonchalantly.
"And does you're busy work schedule allow you to partake in free time activities such as…hiking?"
"Not regularly. But I do not like hiking, I much prefer biking." Said David.
"I see." Said Grissom. "Well we'll be in touch, please stay in town, we might need to question you again."
"Very well." Said David as he and his lawyer stood to go, and quickly made their way out of the Lab.
Grissom collected the evidence from the table and put it inside the folder, mulling things over in his head.
"Well how do you think that went?" asked Brass as the two friends left the interrogation room together and made their way to the break room.
"I think it went rather well Jim." Grissom smiled to himself.
"How so?" he asked curiously.
"I think we've just found a new lead in the case."
A/N: Alright, I gotta say, I loved writing this chapter and it's so goo to be over my writer's block! YAY! Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it, and the next two chapter will be thrilling, so hold onto your hats!