"Christine was my protector growing up. I was constantly picked on as a
kid." Adam Henderson explained. Warrick and Catherine sat in the
interrogation room along with Brass. Adam sat across from the CSI's still
as a board. He knew he had been caught, but he wanted to explain his side
of the story. He thought that if he did, his sentence would be nothing that
of a slap on the wrists and maybe a few years in jail. "At sixteen, our
parents tossed her out of the house and disowned her. She had a cocaine
addiction. They said that no child of theirs would live under their roof
and be a druggie." Adam could feel the tears swell up in his eyes. He loved
his sister and the investigators could see it. "Two months later, I
received a letter from Chris." Adam paused.
"May I ask what it said?" Catherine asked as she leaned in.
"She found a job as a model, and her agent was really good to her. He was helping her kick her addiction, helping her get on the straight and narrow. Christine was always a very pretty girl, ever since I could remember. Then recently she came in to town with her boyfriend Chris Warren. He was so good for her. I was so happy that my big sister finally found someone after all the years of being unhappy, after my parents kicked her out."
"So what did you guys do once she got into town?" Warrick asked.
"She called me as soon as she got into town. I went to the hotel she and Chris stayed in. We went to the lounge, had a late dinner and a few drinks. Christine drank nothing but water and juices. After she kicked her addiction, she treated her body like a temple." Adam disclosed to the CSI's.
"The coroner discovered that she had bleeding ulcers, and that not only was she poisoned but the ulcers were slowing killing her. They were eating away at her stomach lining and it eventually led her to bleed out. Do you know how the ulcers started?" Catherine asked as she put down the brown file.
"It wasn't from stress I know that. Her agent made sure that she was stress free. She didn't even have an eating disorder, unlike the other girls she worked with. She wrote once in a letter that she developed really bad stomach pains after dining one night in France. They found out it was food poisoning, but then later found out that the food poisoning kicked off the ulcers. She was on medication for the ulcers that's all I know." Adam explained.
"Bacteria is also a cause of ulcers." Catherine paused. "We need you to tell us now, why you killed Carl Spencer."
"My sister and I were supposed to meet up the night that she died. We was to come to a game at UNLV, and then we were going to have a late dinner. Catch up on old times, ya know? You've gotta understand that I haven't seen my sister since the day she was tossed from our parents' place. I'd see her on magazines and on TV and whatnot, but it just wasn't the same..."
"Mr. Henderson, please." Catherine grumbled.
"The night that my sister, Chris and I had a late dinner, we went for a walk. I noticed a bruise on her back, and she said that she fell down a set of stairs, but I knew that this bruise wasn't from taking a spill down some stairs. So I asked her if Chris did it, and she said no. And I believed her. So the next day after practice, I followed her to this place out in Henderson. She was meeting up with Carl Spencer. I watched from my car with a pair of binoculars. I knew he was abusing her and I wanted proof. I had to see it with my own eyes." Adam paused. "She was seeing him on the side. I couldn't understand why she needed to see this guy. Everything about him rubbed me the wrong way, he was just a shady character. I've heard things about this guy."
"What kind of things?" Brass asked chiming in.
"A few of the UNLV cheerleaders see this guy. He's a cocaine dealer, and I knew my sister wasn't seeing him for that. She vowed before God in a church that she would never do it again, and I believed her. She never wanted to go back to that state again. I'd overhear the girls saying that he owned mutli-million dollar businesses and that he was also into real estate. The real estate was true." Adam paused. "I did some digging of my own. But he was also into the escort business. He was also a pimp. My sister was never like that, she was never the hooker. Never." He said slamming his fist into the metal table. Tears began to run down his eyes. "My sister was a good girl. Then I remembered that she mentioned in a letter that she wanted to get into the real estate business to. When Christine was a teen, she loved looking at all the nice houses, she even mentioned once back then that she wanted to go to university and study management, slash retail, slash real estate, slash investing. Christine was Carl's little minion. I watched as he slapped her around. For what reasons I didn't know and I didn't care. Nobody laid a hand on my sister. Nobody."
"That's when you became the protector." Warrick added. Adam nodded.
"I had enough. Only seeing it once, I started to fume. I got out of my car, and marched up to his front steps. I had so much rage in me, I broke down the door. How? I can't even remember. I just did. I told Christine to leave and so I gave her my car keys. She took off, and even though she didn't say it, she was thankful that I showed up. The slap mark across her face was beginning to show. After she left I knocked Carl Spencer around, I decided to give him a dose of his own medicine. Then I left."
"You left?" Brass asked. "Then how did you kill him like you said?"
"While he went into his office to check on his figures, I broke into his house. I laced his coffee with cyanide. He was a complete neat freak, despite being a creep. The coffee granules were freshly in the coffee filter waiting to be brewed." Adam described.
"How did you get the cyanide?" Catherine inquired.
"No only am I the university star point guard, but I'm also a chem major. After cleaning up after my four hour lab that morning that I went to his house, I pocketed some in a vile, sealed the lid and drove to his house. Two hours later I came back, and the son of a bitch was dead."
"Then how did he get a bullet in his head?" Warrick griped.
"That I don't know. I took him to an abandoned car wreaking lot, and placed him in an ice cream truck, and drove that off to a dead end street out in Henderson. I don't know how the bullet got there."
Sara knocked on the door and entered. "But I do. I got this back from Bobby D in ballistics. The bullet is from the gun of a known gang member. After being picked up, he told the arresting officer that he was in the truck to see if there was any cash. When he turned around, Carl Spencer's body popped out of the supply closet that's in the truck and scared him. He shot him point blank in the face thinking that he was alive." Sara pulled up a chair next to Adam and looked at him. "And the same cyanide that was in Carl Spencer's coffee cup, was the exact same cyanide that killed your sister. We printed the coffee cup that Carl drank out of, and you sisters lip prints were on the rim of the cup. I think that she came back to see him to say it was over, and poured her self a cup of coffee, waiting for him. After getting a violent stomach ache, she went back to her hotel and collapsed in the bed. Her ulcers were being attacked by the cyanide. Violently. Cyanide also restricts the blood vessels, which eventually cuts of oxygen to the lungs and heart, in which your sister was not only poisoned but suffocated. You didn't know it, but you killed your sister."
Adam looked at the three CSI's that sat in the room, looked at Brass who was leaning against the wall, then started to cry. "I didn't mean to kill her!" He shouted through the tears.
"We know you didn't Adam." Catherine said. "The DA will try to go for murder, but you'll get manslaughter. Along with your statement, you can also get a lesser sentence, how less, I'm not sure. You'll also be charged with murder one for the death of Carl Spencer."
"Adam Henderson, you're under arrest for the murder of Carl Spencer and also for the death of your sister Christine Henderson." Brass said as he helped Adam to his feet. Brass reached for the cuffs and placed them around Adam's wrists.
"Please tell my parents that I'm so sorry for both my actions and my sisters death. I loved her. They know that." He cried once more as Brass escorted him from the interrogation room.
"That still doesn't account for the death of Tina LaCross." Sara said as she rubbed her eyes. Damn was she tired, but this case was so hot, she couldn't stop now.
"May I ask what it said?" Catherine asked as she leaned in.
"She found a job as a model, and her agent was really good to her. He was helping her kick her addiction, helping her get on the straight and narrow. Christine was always a very pretty girl, ever since I could remember. Then recently she came in to town with her boyfriend Chris Warren. He was so good for her. I was so happy that my big sister finally found someone after all the years of being unhappy, after my parents kicked her out."
"So what did you guys do once she got into town?" Warrick asked.
"She called me as soon as she got into town. I went to the hotel she and Chris stayed in. We went to the lounge, had a late dinner and a few drinks. Christine drank nothing but water and juices. After she kicked her addiction, she treated her body like a temple." Adam disclosed to the CSI's.
"The coroner discovered that she had bleeding ulcers, and that not only was she poisoned but the ulcers were slowing killing her. They were eating away at her stomach lining and it eventually led her to bleed out. Do you know how the ulcers started?" Catherine asked as she put down the brown file.
"It wasn't from stress I know that. Her agent made sure that she was stress free. She didn't even have an eating disorder, unlike the other girls she worked with. She wrote once in a letter that she developed really bad stomach pains after dining one night in France. They found out it was food poisoning, but then later found out that the food poisoning kicked off the ulcers. She was on medication for the ulcers that's all I know." Adam explained.
"Bacteria is also a cause of ulcers." Catherine paused. "We need you to tell us now, why you killed Carl Spencer."
"My sister and I were supposed to meet up the night that she died. We was to come to a game at UNLV, and then we were going to have a late dinner. Catch up on old times, ya know? You've gotta understand that I haven't seen my sister since the day she was tossed from our parents' place. I'd see her on magazines and on TV and whatnot, but it just wasn't the same..."
"Mr. Henderson, please." Catherine grumbled.
"The night that my sister, Chris and I had a late dinner, we went for a walk. I noticed a bruise on her back, and she said that she fell down a set of stairs, but I knew that this bruise wasn't from taking a spill down some stairs. So I asked her if Chris did it, and she said no. And I believed her. So the next day after practice, I followed her to this place out in Henderson. She was meeting up with Carl Spencer. I watched from my car with a pair of binoculars. I knew he was abusing her and I wanted proof. I had to see it with my own eyes." Adam paused. "She was seeing him on the side. I couldn't understand why she needed to see this guy. Everything about him rubbed me the wrong way, he was just a shady character. I've heard things about this guy."
"What kind of things?" Brass asked chiming in.
"A few of the UNLV cheerleaders see this guy. He's a cocaine dealer, and I knew my sister wasn't seeing him for that. She vowed before God in a church that she would never do it again, and I believed her. She never wanted to go back to that state again. I'd overhear the girls saying that he owned mutli-million dollar businesses and that he was also into real estate. The real estate was true." Adam paused. "I did some digging of my own. But he was also into the escort business. He was also a pimp. My sister was never like that, she was never the hooker. Never." He said slamming his fist into the metal table. Tears began to run down his eyes. "My sister was a good girl. Then I remembered that she mentioned in a letter that she wanted to get into the real estate business to. When Christine was a teen, she loved looking at all the nice houses, she even mentioned once back then that she wanted to go to university and study management, slash retail, slash real estate, slash investing. Christine was Carl's little minion. I watched as he slapped her around. For what reasons I didn't know and I didn't care. Nobody laid a hand on my sister. Nobody."
"That's when you became the protector." Warrick added. Adam nodded.
"I had enough. Only seeing it once, I started to fume. I got out of my car, and marched up to his front steps. I had so much rage in me, I broke down the door. How? I can't even remember. I just did. I told Christine to leave and so I gave her my car keys. She took off, and even though she didn't say it, she was thankful that I showed up. The slap mark across her face was beginning to show. After she left I knocked Carl Spencer around, I decided to give him a dose of his own medicine. Then I left."
"You left?" Brass asked. "Then how did you kill him like you said?"
"While he went into his office to check on his figures, I broke into his house. I laced his coffee with cyanide. He was a complete neat freak, despite being a creep. The coffee granules were freshly in the coffee filter waiting to be brewed." Adam described.
"How did you get the cyanide?" Catherine inquired.
"No only am I the university star point guard, but I'm also a chem major. After cleaning up after my four hour lab that morning that I went to his house, I pocketed some in a vile, sealed the lid and drove to his house. Two hours later I came back, and the son of a bitch was dead."
"Then how did he get a bullet in his head?" Warrick griped.
"That I don't know. I took him to an abandoned car wreaking lot, and placed him in an ice cream truck, and drove that off to a dead end street out in Henderson. I don't know how the bullet got there."
Sara knocked on the door and entered. "But I do. I got this back from Bobby D in ballistics. The bullet is from the gun of a known gang member. After being picked up, he told the arresting officer that he was in the truck to see if there was any cash. When he turned around, Carl Spencer's body popped out of the supply closet that's in the truck and scared him. He shot him point blank in the face thinking that he was alive." Sara pulled up a chair next to Adam and looked at him. "And the same cyanide that was in Carl Spencer's coffee cup, was the exact same cyanide that killed your sister. We printed the coffee cup that Carl drank out of, and you sisters lip prints were on the rim of the cup. I think that she came back to see him to say it was over, and poured her self a cup of coffee, waiting for him. After getting a violent stomach ache, she went back to her hotel and collapsed in the bed. Her ulcers were being attacked by the cyanide. Violently. Cyanide also restricts the blood vessels, which eventually cuts of oxygen to the lungs and heart, in which your sister was not only poisoned but suffocated. You didn't know it, but you killed your sister."
Adam looked at the three CSI's that sat in the room, looked at Brass who was leaning against the wall, then started to cry. "I didn't mean to kill her!" He shouted through the tears.
"We know you didn't Adam." Catherine said. "The DA will try to go for murder, but you'll get manslaughter. Along with your statement, you can also get a lesser sentence, how less, I'm not sure. You'll also be charged with murder one for the death of Carl Spencer."
"Adam Henderson, you're under arrest for the murder of Carl Spencer and also for the death of your sister Christine Henderson." Brass said as he helped Adam to his feet. Brass reached for the cuffs and placed them around Adam's wrists.
"Please tell my parents that I'm so sorry for both my actions and my sisters death. I loved her. They know that." He cried once more as Brass escorted him from the interrogation room.
"That still doesn't account for the death of Tina LaCross." Sara said as she rubbed her eyes. Damn was she tired, but this case was so hot, she couldn't stop now.
