Title: My Heart Will Go On

Author: moonshot

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1

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Smash to: Interrogation Room, LVPD

JAMES DONOVAN is seated at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. He is 28 years old, dressed in a blue suit with matching tie and shirt, and has slicked back blond hair.

The door to the interrogation room bangs open and JIM BRASS walks in, with SARA trailing behind him.

BRASS: James Donavan, I'd like you to meet Sara Sidle of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. She'd like to ask you a few questions.

DONOVAN: Sure. ask away.

SARA: Do you know Michelle Davidson?

DONOVAN: You mean Mikey?

SARA: Yes.

DONOVAN: Sure I do.

SARA: How do you know her?

DONOVAN: About a year ago, I met her at a UNLV women's basketball game. Her roommate, Christy and my little sister were the starting guards on last year's team. I guess we just started talking, and became friends.

SARA: When's the last time you talked her?

DONOVAN (staring up at the ceiling): I saw her last a week ago Saturday coming out of the San Diego State game and I offered her my seats for the UCLA game next week. She called me yesterday to take me up on the offer. Said that if she had good seats, maybe she could talk her godfather into going.

SARA: You were selling her your tickets?

DONOVAN (looking Sara straight in the eye): Giving. I'm going out of town to a friend's wedding and I know that Mikey is from Los Angeles.

SARA: Were you aware that she was murdered yesterday?

DONOVAN: Yeah, I saw it on the news. Such a shame; she was really a sweet kid. (pause) Hey, do you have her godfather's address? I'd like to send him flowers.

Sara's pager begins to vibrate as she stares at Donovan.

SARA: Excuse us one moment.

BRASS and SARA step out into the hall.

SARA: He's a smug SOB, I'll give him that. He's way too cool.

BRASS: Yeah, but we can't arrest him for not sweating.

SARA: Keep him on ice for a while. I've got to go back to CSI.

Smash to: Layout Room, CSI

WARRICK is still sitting there looking over papers. NICK wanders in and throws a folder down on the table in front of him. WARRICK looks up in surprise.

NICK: Where's Sara? I paged her like 15 minutes ago.

SARA (off stage): I'm right here.

NICK turns around to see Sara standing in the doorway.

SARA: I was interrogating James Donavan.

WARRICK: Did you get anything?

SARA: Nope. the guy's as cool as a cucumber.

SARA approaches the table.

NICK: Look at this. (opens folder) That plastic you found? Greg broke down the stuff on it and found an oil-based paint, colored white with Titanium dioxide. Titanium dioxide paint is high-end and only sold in 3 stores in the greater Las Vegas area. I pulled the credit card receipts and guess whose name is on the list?

SARA (reading the sheet): Your kidding me. (looking up) James Donavan?

NICK: It gets even better. There was Red dye #40 mixed into the paint to make it the blood-red color. Red dye #40 is a food coloring used primarily in candy and soda. In Las Vegas, the company that uses a vast majority of red dye #40 is Ethyl M Candy Company.

WARRICK: So? That's a pretty well respected candy maker.

NICK: Yes, but how many candy makers have an owner named James Donovan?

SARA (in shock): James Donovan is one of the owners of Ethyl M?

NICK (nodding): Actually, Donovan is the soul owner. His younger sister, and only other partner, died four months ago in a freak skiing accident with some friends. It started as a family business of his grandmother's, and he is the only surviving relative. (pause) So much for "no known occupation".

WARRICK (leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head): Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a suspect.

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TBC