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********* It was midnight when Speed finally took a brake and went over to the other lab to see what progress the others were making. As he entered the room he noticed it had been divided into three, the walls were covered with pictures of the different crime scenes and the illuminated table was covered in the victim's clothing and various pieces of small furniture. Calleigh and Jamie were going over everything with magnifying glasses and swabs.

"It's late" He stated matter of factly "You girls still at it?"

"Yeah" Jamie replied, turning her attention from the male shirt she was examining "You found anything?"

"Well the rope was standard, could have been bought at anywhere. The knife wounds aren't conclusive the arsenic is special composite - usually used for pesticide, only instead of being 60% like any regular pesticide, this one was almost 90% toxic"

"Someone really wanted to make sure Mr. Sanchez was dead" Calleigh said

"I'm putting together a list of all pesticide companies that use this particular composite maybe we'll get lucky" Speed shrugged "What about you?"

"Well victim number one was killed in the bedroom according to the blood spatter. Victim number two was dragged from the living room to the bedroom, we found a partial shoe print that ended up in a dead end. We got a glass with arsenic residue in Victim number three's kitchen." Calleigh provided

"But there were no prints, no nothing." Jamie continued "We found ammonia all over the place, so we figure that's what he used to clean the floor."

"So basically, we've got nothing to lead us to this guy" Speed sighed and leaned against the table "we have to just sit around and wait for him to kill again"

the silence spread across the room as the three of them stood there and looked at each other glumly , letting the reality of the tragic situation sink in.

* THE NEXT DAY - BLUE STAR CABLE COMPANY

"Mr. Sorenson, all three victims were your clients, all had their cables installed in the past 6 month. That's quite a coincidence isn't it?" Erik heard Horatio ask as they both walked down the corridor with the manager of the cable company.

"We have more than 8,000 clients Mr. Cain" The manager shrugged

"And you just lost three of them" Horatio said harshly "we're going to need your employment records and access to your service files"

"I'm gonna need to see a warrant for that"

"Mr. Sorenson" Horatio said quietly, moving so his face was only inches away from the manager's face. Erik knew that look, it was the Don't even try to mess with me look, and after a few years working beside Horatio Erik knew you'd have to have a death wish to try to refuse him when he was in that mood. "There's a serial killer out there who already killed three people and the only connection between these victims so far is you! Now I can go and get a warrant but I promise you - if one more person gets killed while I'm wasting my time on you - I swear to god there isn't a hole deep enough in the world for you to crawl to so I wouldn't find you!"

The two men stared at each other or a few minutes and finally the manager broke and nodded his head. 10 minutes later Horatio and Erik were elbow deep in employment files and service records, trying to find anything that will help them build a case.

"H, check this out" Erik called from his place in front of the computer "All three of our victims reported technical problems and were sent a technician in the past two month"

"Who's the technician?" Horatio peered over his shoulder while Erik scrolled down the screen looking for a name

"Craig Donavon, he serviced all three victims"

A quick search through the filing cabinet produced Craig Donavon's employment record - a thin folder with only a few pages in it and no picture, but before they could look any further Horatio's phone rang. Picking it up, he listened for a few minutes before hanging up again. The grim look on his face made the next words out of his mouth somewhat redundant

"We have another victim"