"What is it, an opal?"

"Yup."

Marlena held the ring Sasha had found underneath a bright light, "'I'll Wait For You If You Wait For Me', huh? You think this is really motive?"

"Listen, the ring is obviously for a woman," Sasha said, pacing, trying desperately to explain his theory. "I think…I think it may be for Sara."

Marlena nearly dropped the ring. "Sara?!"

"He was already bangin' her," Sasha explained, using Greg's crude wording. "Listen, Sean knew he wasn't Sara's daughter's father, right? Maybe…maybe Grissom is. Maybe Sara got tired of waiting for him."

"So she kills him?" Marlena said. "Sash, I have this thing called the sun complex. Would you like to hear it?"

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway…"

"Everybody loves the sun, right? It gives us light, it gives us ever-clean solar energy, it gives us trees, therefore giving us oxygen."

"Yeah, so?"

"So, you might love the sun so much, you might wanna take a nice long look. It's pretty until it starts to burn your retinas. Before you know it, you're blinded for life."

"I'm still not following."

"Well, when a theory is paper-thin, there is a feverish attempt to strengthen it with bits of irrelevant information. A researcher will scout out tiny details in every bit of text, and each detail is stretched until they become farfetched."

"In other words, you think I need to rethink my theory?"

Marlena touched her forefinger to her nose.

All of a sudden, Breeze skidded into the room like an excited puppy. Her face was flushed and was breathless as she spoke, "Hey guys! Greg got some of our results back. The maid's clothes, only there were not enough traces of strychnine to convict her. I think it's like you said she said: it was only on her hands from sprinkling it on her hands. I helped him test the lip prints. They belong to Grissom, Sara and Lady Heather. And the thong?…Lady Heather's!"

Marlena was overwhelmed. "Wow. Greg did all that?"

"He figured he owed us a favor," Breeze smirked. "I also promised to suck him off if he did it right then and there."

"Really?" Sasha smiled.

"No."

Sasha looked slightly disappointed. Marlena ignored her partners' perverse minds.

"Which cup was Lady Heather's?"

"The one with the lipstick, naturally. I looked up the ingredients and it matches to a certain brand and color: Valiant Burgundy by the Colour Institute."

"Valiant Burgundy?" Sasha smirked. "Who names this stuff? I'd like to have a job where all I have to do is think up of frou-frou names for cosmetics."

"Anyway, I was there when the results were printed. They all match. Not only that but they, ah…stains? On the thong? They were fresh, I mean, new, I mean—"

"So what does this mean?" Sasha turned to Marlena.

"It places Lady Heather at the scene of the crime."

"Good. Real good."

"So, let's do a rundown."

The three settled down into chairs in the same board room Grissom used to speak to his team to. The SmartBoard was in the room, set up hooked up to the computer. Marlena set it up to the programs of her choosing and stood in front of it like a teacher about to give a long lecture two her students. She loved the SmartBoard, it was one of her favorite tools. It was a large screen that was hooked up to a computer. It displayed whatever was on the computer screen onto the SmartBoard. There were four pointers, each a designated color. You could use the pointers or your finger to draw red, green, black or blue lines on the board and then erase them by pressing a special button on the side.

"Did you hear they already moved someone to Grissom's team?" Breeze asked. "With Grissom gone and Catherine the new supervisor, they called someone in already."

"I saw him," Sasha said. "What's his name, Carcass?"

"Campus," Breeze corrected. "Richard Campus."

"Whatever. I thought we were doing a rundown."

"We are. Breeze? Shut up," Marlena said. "Okay. So we have how many suspects?"

"We had four, now we have three," Breeze said. "We've eliminated Solange Tanguy, due to not enough evidence and lack of motive."

"Good," Marlena said, as if really speaking to a student. She went to the smart board, pulled up photographs of Lady Heather, Solange, Sara and Sean. She picked up the red marker and with her finger drew an X through Solange's picture, excluding her from the lineup. "We only found strychnine with Solange, however. Which is why Breeze and I are going to the Gentileschi home to do a search."

"Right."

"Okay. The other suspects are, in no particular order, Sean Burgess Gentileschi, Sara Lucille Sidle and Heather Jeanne Paruvski. We'll eventually have to search the homes of Sara and Lady Heather, since the lip prints and footprints place them at the scene of the crime."

"Thank God Solange found the body before she cleaned Grissom's house," Sasha said. "Or else we would have been fucked."

"No kidding," Breeze murmured.

"We're looking for strychnine or anything suspicious pertaining to the case," Marlena reminded them, as if they needed reminding. "That'll be all for the night. Will I be seeing either of you at the memorial service?"

Breeze nodded but Sasha didn't.

"It's Vlad and Tovah's anniversary," Sasha said. "Alex told me to be there or die. I promised her a month ago."

"Well, we'll tell you how it went," Breeze said. "C'mon Marlena. Let's go back to the House of Lomi."