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Part 5

"Well, this guy isn't an albino" Calleigh stated the obvious as the four young CSI's watched the old cable technician being led into the interrogation room by the police detectives. He was in his fifties, with dark hair and brown eyes, he wore a dirty overall with the Blue Star logo on the dash. As the cops led him in he stood nervously in the middle of the room for a few seconds, checking his surroundings. Erik watched him carefully - looking for any signs of the monster they were looking for, he knew that his team mates were doing the same.

They were not naive, after a few years in their job they knew better than to expect evil to manifest itself in a person's outside appearance. They knew the profiles, and the statistics - that most killers were ordinary people, who looked and talked just like anyone else. But for some reason they still wished the "bad guys" would look a little less normal, a little less...human.

"Jamie, Erik" Horatio drew their attention as he entered the room "they're bringing in the truck, I want you to go over it"

"You already got a warrant for the car?" Erik asked in surprise

"Only thing good about a serial killer on the loose" Jamie said bitterly "they make every DA much more cooperative". She knew that from her work over the years, every DA with a little ambition wished to be the one who sends a serial killer to the chair. Nothing like a well publicized case and multiple victims to shoot up someone's career.

Speed joined Horatio and they both entered the interrogation room, while Erik, Jamie and Calleigh lingered behind the glass door and watched for a few more minutes before turning away and going back to their work.

Erik and Jamie went down to the garage where the Blue Star truck was already waiting for them. They took their flash lights and started collecting samples from the exterior of the truck. Mud samples, dirt stains and tire imprints were all carefully marked and tagged 20 minutes later they finally opened the door and moved inside.

"Take a deep breath" Jamie instructed as soon as they opened the front doors "Can you smell it?"

"Ammonia" Erik nodded as soon as the scent hit him and looked around "this car is way too clean for a cable technician"

"Definitely our killer" Jamie agreed as she sprayed the passenger seat for traces of blood

"Hey, what's this?" Erik directed his flashlight at the steering wheel where a small contraption was attached. It was a small knob like handle hooked to the upper section of the steering wheel.

"It's for handicaps, it helps them steer" Jamie shrugged

"But our guy isn't handicapped" Erik frowned

A series of images started flashing through Jamie's mind. Donovan as they brought him in, Donovan sitting at the table in the interrogation room rubbing his wrists, taking his hands off the table as soon as Horatio and Speed entered the room and finally the knob on the steering wheel.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she climbed out of the car and practically ran out of the room.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Erik yelled after her, but she didn't reply. She climbed up the stairs heading straight to the interrogation room and opened the door much to Horatio's surprise. He was about to inquire as to the meaning of the rude interruption when he noticed the look on her face and her shortness of breath. He recognized that look - it meant they were on to something! . He walked over with a questioning look and Jamie leaned in and whispered in his ear.

Horatio lowered his head and his a small smile, marveling at Jamie's keen sense of observation. He discovered long ago what was Jamie's secret for being a genius - a complete and perfect photographic memory. Jamie was one of those rare people who could leaf through a book for less than a minute and then recite it by heart - simply reading it from the image in her head. Everything she ever read, everything she ever saw, whether it be a report, a person or a movement was automatically stored in her mind.

"Mr. Donovan" Horatio opened slowly "Is there something wrong with your wrists?"

"No, not really" the man shrugged "Just some stiffness" Jamie noticed with satisfaction that he was absently rubbing his wrists again, stopping abruptly as soon as Horatio asked that last question. Now his hands were once again tucked safely under the table.

"But it's more than a little stiffness isn't it Mr. Donovan?" Horatio insisted and leaned on the table, looking the man straight in the eye "You have arthritis don't you Mr. Donovan?"

The man lowered his gaze, staring at the table. His silence confirmed Jamie's suspicion.

"So I'm thinking, installing cables involves manual labor, using a screw driver, a lot of fine tuning" Horatio continued gently "You can't do that anymore can you?"

"I can't loose my job" The man whispered "I just can't"

Horatio nodded just as Speed came and knocked on the glass door

"What have you got?" Horatio asked as soon as he and Jamie stepped out of the room

"I tested the DNA sample Donovan gave us a few minutes ago against the DNA from the crime scene"

"He's not albino, we already know it isn't a match" Jamie interrupted

"Not a complete match!" Speed replied in a victorious tone and handed them a paper containing the test results

"A relative" Horatio said concluded "Our killer and Mr. Donovan are related"