Back To Sudsy's Bar

Brass, Warrick, and Grissom stood in the parking lot looking at a blue Chevy Malibu. The license plate matched the name of Tracy Berquist. Warrick opened his kit and started taking an ink sample of the tire.

"I'll get this back to the lab and compare it myself."

Grissom nodded as he and Jim walked inside the bar without Warrick. There were four patrons sitting at the bar. Brass walked in first, followed by Grissom. They walked straight up to the bar. The same older man was bartending.

Brass showed the bartender his badge, "I'm Captain Brass from LVPD, Gil Grissom from CSI, we are looking for Tracy Berquist. She would be medium build, long blonde hair."

The bartender eyed them suspiciously. He turned his back without saying a word. He didn't like cops and figured he didn't need to talk to them.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you," demanded Brass.

Grissom saw a young woman sitting at the end of the bar. She had long blonde hair, with a pair of sunglasses holding it back like a headband. He started walking towards her.

Grissom tapped Brass, "It's alright Jim, I believe this young lady can help us."

Brass and Grissom walked up to the woman.

Brass addressed her, "Tracy Berquist?"

The girl looks at Grissom and Brass. Her eyes are filled with fear. But she tried to keep her cool.

"Who wants to know?"

"I'm Captain Brass, this is Gil Grissom, CSI. You need to come with us."