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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 7
"Jesus Christ, what sort of psycho would do this?" Nick swore as he, Grissom and Catherine looked at the body.
"Frankenstein," Catherine replied cryptically, remembering her conversation with Warrick the night before.
Nick looked at her quizzically, but Grissom nodded in understanding. "Right, somebody does appear to be making a monster out of other people's parts."
"That's sick," Nick grunted, recalling the case details that Grissom had gave him on their way to the crime scene. He looked at the DB, who had been scalped. "Why can't this guy just go buy a wig?"
Grissom just sighed and knelt down. He began examining the body. Just like the previous two victims, this one was a female of approximately the same age. He searched her pockets and was not surprised to find that nothing seemed to have been taken from her, save for her scalp and hair.
As the body was taken away, Grissom looked at his other colleagues, who were both scouring the area for some clue. Removing his gloves, he got his phone and sent a message to Warrick, telling him to check the hotel guest list for someone named Mandy Roscoe, victim number three. He then called Sara and instructed her to search the database for killers with this type of MO. He was just finishing his conversation with her when Nick and Catherine approached him.
"All done," Catherine reported.
"Let's head back to the lab," Grissom said. "I need to see Robbins."
"I'm sorry sir, but we do not show our guest list to non-hotel personnel," the woman behind the massive oak counter of the hotel informed Warrick.
"I'm with the LVPD," Warrick declared, showing her his badge. "Is your manager around?"
"Show him the guest list, Marie," a male voice from Warrick's right ordered. Warrick turned and saw a middle-aged man standing beside him. "I'm Charles Michelson, the manager."
"Warrick Brown, LVPD forensics department," Warrick replied. "Thanks," he said as Marie handed him a print out of the guest list.
"Is there any problem?" Michelson queried.
Warrick's quick eyes scanned the list. He then nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so, Mr. Michelson," he said. "It appears that two of your guests have been murdered."
Michelson seemed unperturbed. "Would you care to elaborate, Mr. Brown?"
Just then, Warrick's pager beeped. It was Grissom, asking him to include Mandy Roscoe in his search. Warrick scanned the guest list once again and found the Mandy Roscoe was checked in the hotel. Glancing to Michelson, Warrick said, "Make that three guests, Mr. Michelson."
"Are you sure?" Michelson asked. "This has never happened here before."
"I'm quite sure," Warrick nodded. "Now, do you mind if I use your phone?"
"No, not at all," the manager replied.
"Thank you," Warrick said, dialing Grissom's number. He reported his findings to Grissom, who was on the way back to the lab with Nick and Catherine.
"Have the manager secure the rooms," Grissom instructed. "I'll have Nick and Catherine help you there after they drop me at the lab."
"Sure," Warrick replied, ending the call. Turning to Michelson, he said, "Please have these rooms secured until we have thoroughly searched them."
"Very well," Michelson said. "Just make sure that this doesn't reach the media."
Warrick just nodded, amazed at the callous way the manager was acting. He seemed more concerned with his hotel's publicity than with the welfare of his guests. Warrick sighed and waited for Nick and Catherine to arrive.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 7
"Jesus Christ, what sort of psycho would do this?" Nick swore as he, Grissom and Catherine looked at the body.
"Frankenstein," Catherine replied cryptically, remembering her conversation with Warrick the night before.
Nick looked at her quizzically, but Grissom nodded in understanding. "Right, somebody does appear to be making a monster out of other people's parts."
"That's sick," Nick grunted, recalling the case details that Grissom had gave him on their way to the crime scene. He looked at the DB, who had been scalped. "Why can't this guy just go buy a wig?"
Grissom just sighed and knelt down. He began examining the body. Just like the previous two victims, this one was a female of approximately the same age. He searched her pockets and was not surprised to find that nothing seemed to have been taken from her, save for her scalp and hair.
As the body was taken away, Grissom looked at his other colleagues, who were both scouring the area for some clue. Removing his gloves, he got his phone and sent a message to Warrick, telling him to check the hotel guest list for someone named Mandy Roscoe, victim number three. He then called Sara and instructed her to search the database for killers with this type of MO. He was just finishing his conversation with her when Nick and Catherine approached him.
"All done," Catherine reported.
"Let's head back to the lab," Grissom said. "I need to see Robbins."
"I'm sorry sir, but we do not show our guest list to non-hotel personnel," the woman behind the massive oak counter of the hotel informed Warrick.
"I'm with the LVPD," Warrick declared, showing her his badge. "Is your manager around?"
"Show him the guest list, Marie," a male voice from Warrick's right ordered. Warrick turned and saw a middle-aged man standing beside him. "I'm Charles Michelson, the manager."
"Warrick Brown, LVPD forensics department," Warrick replied. "Thanks," he said as Marie handed him a print out of the guest list.
"Is there any problem?" Michelson queried.
Warrick's quick eyes scanned the list. He then nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so, Mr. Michelson," he said. "It appears that two of your guests have been murdered."
Michelson seemed unperturbed. "Would you care to elaborate, Mr. Brown?"
Just then, Warrick's pager beeped. It was Grissom, asking him to include Mandy Roscoe in his search. Warrick scanned the guest list once again and found the Mandy Roscoe was checked in the hotel. Glancing to Michelson, Warrick said, "Make that three guests, Mr. Michelson."
"Are you sure?" Michelson asked. "This has never happened here before."
"I'm quite sure," Warrick nodded. "Now, do you mind if I use your phone?"
"No, not at all," the manager replied.
"Thank you," Warrick said, dialing Grissom's number. He reported his findings to Grissom, who was on the way back to the lab with Nick and Catherine.
"Have the manager secure the rooms," Grissom instructed. "I'll have Nick and Catherine help you there after they drop me at the lab."
"Sure," Warrick replied, ending the call. Turning to Michelson, he said, "Please have these rooms secured until we have thoroughly searched them."
"Very well," Michelson said. "Just make sure that this doesn't reach the media."
Warrick just nodded, amazed at the callous way the manager was acting. He seemed more concerned with his hotel's publicity than with the welfare of his guests. Warrick sighed and waited for Nick and Catherine to arrive.