A.N. I am glad I keep notes. Am I confusing everybody, or is it just me
because I actually have to come up with a case and make it not too
painfully obvious? Is that even a question? Anyway, This chapter is
dedicated to a bunch of people I have never actually met, but who happened
to be in the room while my editor and I were talking online. Steve,
Andrew, this one's for you.
By The Way. . . Doppelganger is probably one of my favourite words of all time. I just love it.
On with the show!
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Whoever invented the cell phone was probably deaf. There is just no other explanation. How could a person with hearing invent something that sounded so unbelievably annoying? Catherine was grateful for her cell phone; it saved a lot of running around. But it was so annoying.
"Willows." She said, answering the call. "thanks, we're on our way."
Warrick and Sara looked up from the layout table. "They found the truck." Catherine said. "Someone noticed it on the side of the road and called highway patrol. We're going to process it."
They collected their kits and headed out. The truck was a few miles out of Vegas, parked by the side of the road. Warrick immediately looked at the tires.
"This is our truck." He reported. "the tires match the pictures perfectly."
Sara opened the driver's door, and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, something smells in here." She walked around to the back of the truck and saw a box. She opened it. "Pay dirt" she said, and reached in. Her gloved hand pulled out a gun.
Catherine meanwhile had opened the passenger side door, and flipped the seat up to look in the back. "I found something." She said, shining her flashlight into the back. "Warrick, can you get me a bag please." Grimacing slightly, she reached in and picked up whatever it was she saw. Warrick held the bag open, and watched as Catherine gingerly put a severed hand into the evidence bag.
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Grissom's pager went off just as he, Brass and Nick were leaving Jaden Sagget's house. Jaden had told him that his truck had been stolen. Grissom called Catherine, and hung up after a brief conversation.
"They found the truck." He informed his companions. "There was a hand and a gun in it. Catherine just gave the gun to Bobby."
The three of them arrived back at the lab and Grissom headed straight to ballistics. Bobby was just about to do the test firing when he arrived. Taking a pair of ear protectors, Grissom went to stand beside him. Booby fired into the tank, and then retrieved the bullet. The pair went to the microscope.
"Striations match up." Booby announced, "It's the same gun. Have a look."
Grissom looked, and concurred. His pager went off and he thanked Bobby and left.
Sara was in print analysis, and turned around when Grissom came in.
"I analyzed the prints on the gun." She said. "They match up to Andrew Sagget."
"So, he shot himself in the back of the head." Grissom queried.
Sara rolled her eyes "Yeah, then he threw himself in the pond, and died. Something's missing."
Dr. Robbins stuck his head in the room. "Did you get my report?" he asked.
"I was there for the autopsy" Grissom said.
"You were there for the prelim. I found out that he was knocked out before he was skinned, and skinned before he was shot."
Grissom sighed. "Thanks Al."
Dr. Robbins laughed, and then became serious. "You remember the Barger case?" Grissom nodded, and Robbins continued "Remember how we got her finger prints?"
Grissom tilted his head to the side, and his face had 'that Grissom look' written all over it. "Only one of his hands was flayed. The killer put the one with the print on it over the camera, and flayed the other to wear as a glove to shoot the vic."
Sara was looking at the autopsy pictures. "Hey, Grissom, what does this guy look like with skin?"
Absently, Grissom reached into the case file and pulled out a picture of the deceased. He handed it to Sara, and when she looked at it, her jaw dropped.
"What?" he demanded.
"That is Jaden Sagget."
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A.N. Am I making any sense at all? Am I boring you to death? Am I doing OK? TELL ME PLEASE!
By The Way. . . Doppelganger is probably one of my favourite words of all time. I just love it.
On with the show!
* * * * * * *
Whoever invented the cell phone was probably deaf. There is just no other explanation. How could a person with hearing invent something that sounded so unbelievably annoying? Catherine was grateful for her cell phone; it saved a lot of running around. But it was so annoying.
"Willows." She said, answering the call. "thanks, we're on our way."
Warrick and Sara looked up from the layout table. "They found the truck." Catherine said. "Someone noticed it on the side of the road and called highway patrol. We're going to process it."
They collected their kits and headed out. The truck was a few miles out of Vegas, parked by the side of the road. Warrick immediately looked at the tires.
"This is our truck." He reported. "the tires match the pictures perfectly."
Sara opened the driver's door, and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, something smells in here." She walked around to the back of the truck and saw a box. She opened it. "Pay dirt" she said, and reached in. Her gloved hand pulled out a gun.
Catherine meanwhile had opened the passenger side door, and flipped the seat up to look in the back. "I found something." She said, shining her flashlight into the back. "Warrick, can you get me a bag please." Grimacing slightly, she reached in and picked up whatever it was she saw. Warrick held the bag open, and watched as Catherine gingerly put a severed hand into the evidence bag.
* * * * * * *
Grissom's pager went off just as he, Brass and Nick were leaving Jaden Sagget's house. Jaden had told him that his truck had been stolen. Grissom called Catherine, and hung up after a brief conversation.
"They found the truck." He informed his companions. "There was a hand and a gun in it. Catherine just gave the gun to Bobby."
The three of them arrived back at the lab and Grissom headed straight to ballistics. Bobby was just about to do the test firing when he arrived. Taking a pair of ear protectors, Grissom went to stand beside him. Booby fired into the tank, and then retrieved the bullet. The pair went to the microscope.
"Striations match up." Booby announced, "It's the same gun. Have a look."
Grissom looked, and concurred. His pager went off and he thanked Bobby and left.
Sara was in print analysis, and turned around when Grissom came in.
"I analyzed the prints on the gun." She said. "They match up to Andrew Sagget."
"So, he shot himself in the back of the head." Grissom queried.
Sara rolled her eyes "Yeah, then he threw himself in the pond, and died. Something's missing."
Dr. Robbins stuck his head in the room. "Did you get my report?" he asked.
"I was there for the autopsy" Grissom said.
"You were there for the prelim. I found out that he was knocked out before he was skinned, and skinned before he was shot."
Grissom sighed. "Thanks Al."
Dr. Robbins laughed, and then became serious. "You remember the Barger case?" Grissom nodded, and Robbins continued "Remember how we got her finger prints?"
Grissom tilted his head to the side, and his face had 'that Grissom look' written all over it. "Only one of his hands was flayed. The killer put the one with the print on it over the camera, and flayed the other to wear as a glove to shoot the vic."
Sara was looking at the autopsy pictures. "Hey, Grissom, what does this guy look like with skin?"
Absently, Grissom reached into the case file and pulled out a picture of the deceased. He handed it to Sara, and when she looked at it, her jaw dropped.
"What?" he demanded.
"That is Jaden Sagget."
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A.N. Am I making any sense at all? Am I boring you to death? Am I doing OK? TELL ME PLEASE!