Thanks for the reviews! More notes at the end as usual. Also I use some Italian and mine is a little rusty. If I made any mistakes, please let me know.
Daddy Dearest: Part 7
By LissaMarie
August 18, 2002
**Amanda Elizabeth Reyes, age 22, 64 inches, 120 pounds, multiple contusions over most of the body, scars--both old and new--are numerous on the back and upper arms where they would be undetectable under clothing, teeth marks on the upper right arm, hand imprint on the upper left, burn marks--Cigarette?--on the stomach area, undigested pizza in the stomach, poison in the bloodstream**
"Wait, pizza and poison..." Kait mumbled as she read over her scribbled notes. She jumped out of her chair to pick up an evidence bag full of menus they had picked up at the victim's apartment. She put on gloves before pulling them all out. There was only one for a pizza place. "Giovanni's?"
She pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed the number Nick had given her earlier. "I figured it out," was all she said when he answered.
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"Someone poisoned her pizza?" Warrick asked lifting an eyebrow. The conclusion just seemed too...simple.
"Exactly. That's explains the absence of violence. Her abuser, though still a low-life jerk, isn't a murderer. We've been looking in all the wrong places and focusing on the wrong evidence," Kait told them calmly.
"But this is all still theory," Sara reminded them. She looked over at Nick who was listening to Kaitlyn intently and felt an unexplainable pang of regret. He really did like Kait, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had waited too long.
"Of course. But it's enough to at least look into. I'm sure the establishment wouldn't mind letting us look at their delivery log if we tell them that they could help catch a killer. That is if the person in charge isn't our killer," Kait smiled.
"And then we'd have enough circumstantial evidence to get a warrant," Nick finished for her. Everyone smiled at that and got up to leave.
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"All you need is the log book? Of course, I'll get it for you. It's a shame--Amanda was such a beautiful girl and smart, too. I never understood why she stayed with that boyfriend of hers. He always treated her bad," Vinnie Giovanni, the owner of the establishment, told Brass as he went back to his office.
"We you here Tuesday evening, Mr. Giovanni?" Kait asked from her place behind Jim.
"No, I was in New Jersey with my mother. She's been sick for awhile, and I've been trying to convince her to move out here so I can take care of her," Vinnie responded. "I can tell you that Tuesday was Jimmy's night to work. Jimmy Marx. He would have definitely delivered to Amanda. I've never seen him turn down the opportunity to see her. He was crazy about her."
"He was in love with her?" Kait questioned intrigued.
"Completely and utterly--almost to the point of pathetic. You don't think he did this, do you? He would never hurt her." Vinnie was firm in his statement.
"I'm a scientist, Mr. Giovanni. I don't think anything that the evidence doesn't support," Kaitlyn replied deliberately avoiding the question.
"Here's the book." Vinnie handed Brass the black spiral notebook. "For the record, I don't believe Jimmy is capable of murder."
"Grazie, il sig. Giovanni e la buona notte (Thank you, Mr. Giovanni, and good night)," Kait said to Vinnie with a perfect Italian accent.
"Abbia una buona notte voi stessi, la sig.na Grissom (Have a good night yourself, Miss Grissom)," Vinnie responded with a smile.
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"A Jimmy Marx did delivered a pizza to our victim's apartment Tuesday at 6:15," Nick announced after reading through the notebook.
"And by the condition of the stomach contents, we can safely say she died within an hour of eating pizza," Kait added.
"If someone orders pizza, it's usually because they want to eat it then," Warrick supplied.
"Then with the journal we can narrow down time of death to sometime Tuesday evening," Sara summarized.
"And we can make suspects out of the cook and the delivery boy if either of them know the vic personally," Brass brought up from his perch against the table.
"The delivery boy was in a couple of her classes," Kait smiled.
"Is there anyone that can say he had any ill feelings for her?" Grissom questioned as he entered the room.
Kait turned to her father and grinned. "Just the opposite, actually. The man that runs the shop asked if we'd make a suspect of the boy. He didn't believe he would ever hurt her. He loved her."
"She was in an abusive relationship, correct?" Gill asked. Kait nodded. "He could have thought he was saving her--protecting her."
"I think maybe we should ask Mr. Marx to come speak with us for his own good," Brass smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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