The police cars roared into the SuperAuto in Laughlin, Nevada. Grissom, who was riding with Catherine and Brass, quickly got out as soon as the car came to a stop.
"Hey slow down Grissom." Brass warned
Grissom glanced back, saw Brass's tense face, and nodded. He backed away obediently, although he was bursting inside.
He watched as the cops drew their guns, and went cautiously inside. Brass went forward, and Grissom and Catherine followed…
One young looking officer had a greasy-looking mechanic by the wrist. The name Mike was inscribed in red thread on the dirty coveralls.
Grissom strode over, looking the man over. He was thin, with grease smeared, frail features, and he was trembling in fear.
"Hello Mike." Grissom said almost gently
Mike didn't answer, just continued to tremble
"Where have you been the past few days Mike?" Grissom asked
Finally, they got a response, the man licked his lips, "Here, I was here. Why, what do you think I did?"
"You're under suspicion for a triple homicide." Grissom replied
The man paled, "Homicide? I never hurt anyone before in my life."
"Well, until we figure out for sure, you're coming with us." Brass said, and read Mike his Miranda rights. Leaving Grissom and Catherine to work the SuperAuto.
Grissom sighed as he unlocked his front door, and went inside, his arms full of files. The mechanic, Michael Charles Harper, had a air-tight alibi for all of the murders. He was now back to trying to pinpoint another suspect. He flipped on a lamp, and collapsed into a chair. He began to flip through a folder of employees of the SuperAuto. As he flipped down through the names, and his eyes suddenly widened at one of the names.
It was a receptionist.
Named Kali McIntyre.
Candice McIntyre's mother.
Suddenly, everything began to fall into place.
The killer was playing games… games of revenge. The killer had deliberately brought up Candice McIntyre's murder… not only to rattle Grissom, but to give him a clue. But he had missed it.
The killer was Kali McIntyre.
"Kali McIntyre is the killer." he said aloud
He jumped when he heard clapping behind him and spun.
Kali was standing behind him, "Well done Mr. Grissom. I thought you'd never figure it out."
"Why did you kill those girls?" Grissom demanded hoarsely
"To get back at you! You let my daughter die!" Kali screamed
"Those girls didn't do anything." Grissom protested
But it didn't matter. Kali was beyond the reach of sanity. She raised a gun in her slender hands, aimed it carefully at Grissom's chest… and pulled the trigger.