"This is where he was staying." Warrick said as he used the electronic key
card to open Mr. Spencer's hotel room. The door swung open, and both
criminalists stepped inside.
"Pretty posh." Catherine said. "He was rolling in the dough, that's for sure." She kneeled down beside her field kit and donned a pair of latex gloves. "If this was a hit, why didn't he change his name atthe front desk?"
"Maybe he didn't have time to." Warrick said. "He probably was going to, when he got killed."
"True. Or," Catherine paused and surveyed the room. "Maybe he didn't want to."
"Think we'll find anything?" Warrick asked.
"Not unless his killer came back and cleaned up." Catherine said taking out the luminol.
"We'll find something." Warrick said smugly. "We always do."
"Hey Greg." Sara said as she walked into the lab. "Got your page. What do you have for me?"
"Your poison." Greg said handing Sara the print-out. "And once again, Greg Sanders comes through for you with the case braker."
"We'll see about that." Sara grinned. Her eyes scanned the sheet of paper. "Nail polish remover?"
"Yes, but that's not it." Greg said smirking. "Here's your second chemical."
"You've got to be kidding me." Sara exasperated and rushed out of the room.
"You're welcome!" Greg waved to an absent Sara.
"Well, I found our blunt object." Catherine spoke as she walked towards her collegue.
"Marble book end." Warrick said studying the piece. "I've got one just like that. But I actually use mine for my book ends." He joked.
"It's cleaned, but I'll check it for blood." Catherine walked over to her kit, grabbed a swab and the leucomalachite. One drop on the swab, Catherine carefully brushed the swab over the end where a piece of marble was missing. She then grabbed the phenolphthalein reagent and squeezed a few drops onto the end of the swab. Swell red. "Hey Warrick. I've got the murder weapon. Well, one of them."
"Find blood traces?" He asked dusting prints.
"Oh yeah." Catherine sighed as she bagged the bookend. "They can run, but they cannot hide."
"That's for sure." Warrick added as he eyed the fingerprints. "I've got a million fingerprints over here, like it's free pork sample day at Piggly- Wiggly."
"Well, you know what protocol calls for." Catherine reminded Warrick.
"Yeah. Every print we find, must be photographed for AFIS." Warrick sighed contently to himself and began snapping photographs.
"I'm going to check on the bathroom." Catherine said. She brought her kit with her and sat it down on the toilet lid. She picked up the trash can and rummaged through it. Her nose crinkled at the familar smell. She sniffed even more, until she picked out a wad of kleenex from the bottom of the trash can with her tweezers. "Hey Warrick!" She shouted as she emerged from the bathroom.
"Yea." He said kneeling down on the carpet near the bed.
"What is a guy doing with nail polish remover?" Catherine asked holding up the wad of kleenex. "Especially with red nail polish on it?"
"Maybe he had a secret life?" Warrick joked. "I can top your find."
"Oh really Kreskin? What do you have?" Catherine asked after placing the wad of kleenex into a plastic evidence bag.
"Would you like to add some diamonds to your collection?" He asked holding up a dangly diamond earing in between his tweezers."
"Nice find partner. But it's probably fake. Like half of this town." Catherine commented.
"Yea, well I'm bagging it. Can you hand me an envelope please?" He asked.
"Sure. Here." She handed him the small manilla envelope and Warrick bagged it. "Call girl maybe?"
"Girlfriend?" Catherine added.
"Suspect." Warrick said casusually.
"Toilet bowl cleaner?" Grissom asked.
"That mixed with the acetone and other chemicals from the nail polish is a deadly mix. But there's one question still unanswered." Sara pondered.
"What's that?" Grissom looked at her.
"What did happened first? Strangled or poisoned." Sara paused. "I've sent Brass back to the dressing room at the Monaco to fetch the toilet bowl cleaner."
"Sara, you know that the killer may have brought their own, or used one from another bathroom." Grissom added.
"But why would he or she go all the way around the casino looking for it? They'd use whatever is handy, especially if this was a murder in the heat of the moment, not planned."
"You keep me updated. If you excuse me, I have a date." Grissom spoke as he got up from his chair.
"With who?" Sara eyed her supervisor.
"My granddaughter." He smiled.
"Pretty posh." Catherine said. "He was rolling in the dough, that's for sure." She kneeled down beside her field kit and donned a pair of latex gloves. "If this was a hit, why didn't he change his name atthe front desk?"
"Maybe he didn't have time to." Warrick said. "He probably was going to, when he got killed."
"True. Or," Catherine paused and surveyed the room. "Maybe he didn't want to."
"Think we'll find anything?" Warrick asked.
"Not unless his killer came back and cleaned up." Catherine said taking out the luminol.
"We'll find something." Warrick said smugly. "We always do."
"Hey Greg." Sara said as she walked into the lab. "Got your page. What do you have for me?"
"Your poison." Greg said handing Sara the print-out. "And once again, Greg Sanders comes through for you with the case braker."
"We'll see about that." Sara grinned. Her eyes scanned the sheet of paper. "Nail polish remover?"
"Yes, but that's not it." Greg said smirking. "Here's your second chemical."
"You've got to be kidding me." Sara exasperated and rushed out of the room.
"You're welcome!" Greg waved to an absent Sara.
"Well, I found our blunt object." Catherine spoke as she walked towards her collegue.
"Marble book end." Warrick said studying the piece. "I've got one just like that. But I actually use mine for my book ends." He joked.
"It's cleaned, but I'll check it for blood." Catherine walked over to her kit, grabbed a swab and the leucomalachite. One drop on the swab, Catherine carefully brushed the swab over the end where a piece of marble was missing. She then grabbed the phenolphthalein reagent and squeezed a few drops onto the end of the swab. Swell red. "Hey Warrick. I've got the murder weapon. Well, one of them."
"Find blood traces?" He asked dusting prints.
"Oh yeah." Catherine sighed as she bagged the bookend. "They can run, but they cannot hide."
"That's for sure." Warrick added as he eyed the fingerprints. "I've got a million fingerprints over here, like it's free pork sample day at Piggly- Wiggly."
"Well, you know what protocol calls for." Catherine reminded Warrick.
"Yeah. Every print we find, must be photographed for AFIS." Warrick sighed contently to himself and began snapping photographs.
"I'm going to check on the bathroom." Catherine said. She brought her kit with her and sat it down on the toilet lid. She picked up the trash can and rummaged through it. Her nose crinkled at the familar smell. She sniffed even more, until she picked out a wad of kleenex from the bottom of the trash can with her tweezers. "Hey Warrick!" She shouted as she emerged from the bathroom.
"Yea." He said kneeling down on the carpet near the bed.
"What is a guy doing with nail polish remover?" Catherine asked holding up the wad of kleenex. "Especially with red nail polish on it?"
"Maybe he had a secret life?" Warrick joked. "I can top your find."
"Oh really Kreskin? What do you have?" Catherine asked after placing the wad of kleenex into a plastic evidence bag.
"Would you like to add some diamonds to your collection?" He asked holding up a dangly diamond earing in between his tweezers."
"Nice find partner. But it's probably fake. Like half of this town." Catherine commented.
"Yea, well I'm bagging it. Can you hand me an envelope please?" He asked.
"Sure. Here." She handed him the small manilla envelope and Warrick bagged it. "Call girl maybe?"
"Girlfriend?" Catherine added.
"Suspect." Warrick said casusually.
"Toilet bowl cleaner?" Grissom asked.
"That mixed with the acetone and other chemicals from the nail polish is a deadly mix. But there's one question still unanswered." Sara pondered.
"What's that?" Grissom looked at her.
"What did happened first? Strangled or poisoned." Sara paused. "I've sent Brass back to the dressing room at the Monaco to fetch the toilet bowl cleaner."
"Sara, you know that the killer may have brought their own, or used one from another bathroom." Grissom added.
"But why would he or she go all the way around the casino looking for it? They'd use whatever is handy, especially if this was a murder in the heat of the moment, not planned."
"You keep me updated. If you excuse me, I have a date." Grissom spoke as he got up from his chair.
"With who?" Sara eyed her supervisor.
"My granddaughter." He smiled.
