Part 16
Horatio watched as the man was lead through the halls of the police station towards the interogation room accompanied by two uniformed officers. Behind them, Speed was holding a bag with the man's personal items. He broke off from the group and headed towards his boss.
"Speed, is this our guy?"
"We picked him up at work, the name is Ben Foster, he has a juvenile record for assault on a woman when he was 15, a history of sexual abuse as a child – he fits the profile and he's on Cruz's client list several times"
"Any sign of the boy?" Horatio asked even though he didn't have to – his answer was written all over Speed's face
*
Calliegh picked up the phone on the first ring "Hey Erik"
"How did you know it was me?" he sounded amused
"Because I'm psychic, I have no life or friends...and oh yes, I have caller ID moron!" she laughed at him
He laughed for a moment and then remembered the reason he called and became serious again "Speed told us you were over at Foster's house – did you get anything?"
"Kiddie porn, lots of it" Calleigh didn't bother trying to hide her disgust "But no kid... We're still looking though, The FBI is practically tearing down the halls trying to find some secret hiding place where he might have stashed the kid – hidden closets, underground basements...whatever"
"You think he's there?"
"No, I've got to tell you, I don't think he ever was here..." Calleigh sighed. She saw Jamie coming up the stairs from the basement where they have been searching for hidden rooms for the past twenty minutes. Calligh threw her a questioning look but she shook her head in response. "The kid isn't here Erik, the FBI is done – they didn't find anything"
"Ok. I'll tell H"
"We're going to stay here for a while...see if we can find anything that tells us where he's keeping the boy"
She clicked the phone shut and slid it into it's holster then knelt down by her kit and took out a pair of latex gloves, pulling them on their hands and throwing another pair across the room at Jamie. Silently they started working the room.
*
"Mr. Foster we know you have Kyle Summers" Horatio used every ounce of his self control in order to keep calm in front of the man who was sitting there with his nice suit and fake Rolex, smiling smugly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't know anything about a boy"
"Fine" Horatio sighed. Just once, he wished these low lives would save him the trouble of playing the "let's see who's smarter" game and tell the truth. "Then let's talk about you... starting recently, you were in Africa a little while ago - weren't you?"
"A business trip." The man shrugged, playing with the wrist band of his watch, faking boredom "The company I work for has some import/export business there"
"Did you receive a Malaria vaccine before your trip?"
"It's a requirement - everyone who goes there has to get one"
"Ok, lets go back a little further - you have a juvenile record for assault..." Horatio read from the file in front of him
"Those records are supposed to be expunged once I turned 18..."
"I guess someone thought it might come in handy someday" Horatio retorted sarcastically "There's also a mention of your mother in you juvenile record..."
"what does my mother have to do with this?" The man in front of him showed the first sign of nervousness and Horatio couldn't help but smirk a little bit.
"It says here you were put in foster care when you were 13, evidence of child abuse, probable sexual abuse..."
"My mother loved me!"
"Did she love you the way you love kids? Did she love to touch you the way you like to touch young kids?" Horatio started heating up "Did she make you do things? Did she force herself on you? Just like you forced yourself on Kyle?"
Foster tried to lunge at him but the police officer by the door was quicker, pushing him back into his seat forcefully. He continued to glare at Horatio with pure rage in his eyes but didn't try to get up again.
"Like I said" he spat "I don't know any Kyle..."
*
Speed left the window for the interrogation room and stepped into the DNA lad where the technician, Tracey, was busy looking through the microscope.
"Hey Trace!"
"Hey Speed, you look like you got run over twice!" she said cheerfully, too cheerfully for his tiered state
"Thanks Trace, way to build up a guy's confidence"
"What've you got for me?"
He took out the bag he brought with Foster's personal items and peered inside, then pulled out a button shirt. "there's some sweat on this collar do you think you can get a DNA sample from it and match it to the semen we found on the sheets?"
"Sure thing..."
She started working, cutting a few small few pieces of the fabric and checking them under the microscope to see which one had the most clear signs of sweat. She picked one and started putting it in a special solution then into the centrifuge. It was only a few minutes later that she noticed Speed was still in the room. "You know that this could take a while don't you?"
"Yeah, of course I do" but he made no indication of moving
"So, you're just going to stand there and hover over me until I give you the answers aren't you?"
"Pretty much yeah"
*
"I've got books here, some CD's, a pack of cigarettes..." Jamie chanted "A stack of credit card receipts – Gas, phone bill, groceries..."
"Yeah, it's all very normal except for the vast collection of kiddie porn tucked away in the basement" Calleigh said in disgust.
Jamie moved over to the bedroom and started opening drawers and checking their contents, then moved over to the closet and started going over the clothes and the shoes.
"I have something here!" Calleigh called back from the other room and Jamie hurried over.
"Look at these..." Calleigh handed over a small photo album of Foster, mostly alone, sometimes with various friends. "These look pretty recent..."
"Well, these were taken right here at the house..." Jamie started pointing out pictures as she leafed through the album "There are a few at the beach... I don't know were these were taken..." she handed the album back to Calleigh and pointed to a specific picture for her to look at.
"This looks like a pretty isolated place – do you think this guy would be stupid enough to hold a picture of the place where he's holding the kid?"
"Hey, we can hope..." Jamie shrugged
"I'll take this back to the lab and se if we can locate where this picture was taken"
*
He was home in his bed, sleeping, but for some reason the bed kept shaking, he tried to ignore it but it shook even more – finally Speed realized that it wasn't the bed that was shaking – in fact, he wasn't even in bed. He was at the lab, leaning against the desk – and Tracy was trying to shake him awake.
"Speed!" se talked loudly, trying to get through as he attempted to cast off the last remnants of sleep "I have your results..."
He was still rubbing his eyes trying to get them to stay open...trying to get himself to wake up
"We have a match!"
Those four little words did the trick – He was awake!
Horatio watched as the man was lead through the halls of the police station towards the interogation room accompanied by two uniformed officers. Behind them, Speed was holding a bag with the man's personal items. He broke off from the group and headed towards his boss.
"Speed, is this our guy?"
"We picked him up at work, the name is Ben Foster, he has a juvenile record for assault on a woman when he was 15, a history of sexual abuse as a child – he fits the profile and he's on Cruz's client list several times"
"Any sign of the boy?" Horatio asked even though he didn't have to – his answer was written all over Speed's face
*
Calliegh picked up the phone on the first ring "Hey Erik"
"How did you know it was me?" he sounded amused
"Because I'm psychic, I have no life or friends...and oh yes, I have caller ID moron!" she laughed at him
He laughed for a moment and then remembered the reason he called and became serious again "Speed told us you were over at Foster's house – did you get anything?"
"Kiddie porn, lots of it" Calleigh didn't bother trying to hide her disgust "But no kid... We're still looking though, The FBI is practically tearing down the halls trying to find some secret hiding place where he might have stashed the kid – hidden closets, underground basements...whatever"
"You think he's there?"
"No, I've got to tell you, I don't think he ever was here..." Calleigh sighed. She saw Jamie coming up the stairs from the basement where they have been searching for hidden rooms for the past twenty minutes. Calligh threw her a questioning look but she shook her head in response. "The kid isn't here Erik, the FBI is done – they didn't find anything"
"Ok. I'll tell H"
"We're going to stay here for a while...see if we can find anything that tells us where he's keeping the boy"
She clicked the phone shut and slid it into it's holster then knelt down by her kit and took out a pair of latex gloves, pulling them on their hands and throwing another pair across the room at Jamie. Silently they started working the room.
*
"Mr. Foster we know you have Kyle Summers" Horatio used every ounce of his self control in order to keep calm in front of the man who was sitting there with his nice suit and fake Rolex, smiling smugly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't know anything about a boy"
"Fine" Horatio sighed. Just once, he wished these low lives would save him the trouble of playing the "let's see who's smarter" game and tell the truth. "Then let's talk about you... starting recently, you were in Africa a little while ago - weren't you?"
"A business trip." The man shrugged, playing with the wrist band of his watch, faking boredom "The company I work for has some import/export business there"
"Did you receive a Malaria vaccine before your trip?"
"It's a requirement - everyone who goes there has to get one"
"Ok, lets go back a little further - you have a juvenile record for assault..." Horatio read from the file in front of him
"Those records are supposed to be expunged once I turned 18..."
"I guess someone thought it might come in handy someday" Horatio retorted sarcastically "There's also a mention of your mother in you juvenile record..."
"what does my mother have to do with this?" The man in front of him showed the first sign of nervousness and Horatio couldn't help but smirk a little bit.
"It says here you were put in foster care when you were 13, evidence of child abuse, probable sexual abuse..."
"My mother loved me!"
"Did she love you the way you love kids? Did she love to touch you the way you like to touch young kids?" Horatio started heating up "Did she make you do things? Did she force herself on you? Just like you forced yourself on Kyle?"
Foster tried to lunge at him but the police officer by the door was quicker, pushing him back into his seat forcefully. He continued to glare at Horatio with pure rage in his eyes but didn't try to get up again.
"Like I said" he spat "I don't know any Kyle..."
*
Speed left the window for the interrogation room and stepped into the DNA lad where the technician, Tracey, was busy looking through the microscope.
"Hey Trace!"
"Hey Speed, you look like you got run over twice!" she said cheerfully, too cheerfully for his tiered state
"Thanks Trace, way to build up a guy's confidence"
"What've you got for me?"
He took out the bag he brought with Foster's personal items and peered inside, then pulled out a button shirt. "there's some sweat on this collar do you think you can get a DNA sample from it and match it to the semen we found on the sheets?"
"Sure thing..."
She started working, cutting a few small few pieces of the fabric and checking them under the microscope to see which one had the most clear signs of sweat. She picked one and started putting it in a special solution then into the centrifuge. It was only a few minutes later that she noticed Speed was still in the room. "You know that this could take a while don't you?"
"Yeah, of course I do" but he made no indication of moving
"So, you're just going to stand there and hover over me until I give you the answers aren't you?"
"Pretty much yeah"
*
"I've got books here, some CD's, a pack of cigarettes..." Jamie chanted "A stack of credit card receipts – Gas, phone bill, groceries..."
"Yeah, it's all very normal except for the vast collection of kiddie porn tucked away in the basement" Calleigh said in disgust.
Jamie moved over to the bedroom and started opening drawers and checking their contents, then moved over to the closet and started going over the clothes and the shoes.
"I have something here!" Calleigh called back from the other room and Jamie hurried over.
"Look at these..." Calleigh handed over a small photo album of Foster, mostly alone, sometimes with various friends. "These look pretty recent..."
"Well, these were taken right here at the house..." Jamie started pointing out pictures as she leafed through the album "There are a few at the beach... I don't know were these were taken..." she handed the album back to Calleigh and pointed to a specific picture for her to look at.
"This looks like a pretty isolated place – do you think this guy would be stupid enough to hold a picture of the place where he's holding the kid?"
"Hey, we can hope..." Jamie shrugged
"I'll take this back to the lab and se if we can locate where this picture was taken"
*
He was home in his bed, sleeping, but for some reason the bed kept shaking, he tried to ignore it but it shook even more – finally Speed realized that it wasn't the bed that was shaking – in fact, he wasn't even in bed. He was at the lab, leaning against the desk – and Tracy was trying to shake him awake.
"Speed!" se talked loudly, trying to get through as he attempted to cast off the last remnants of sleep "I have your results..."
He was still rubbing his eyes trying to get them to stay open...trying to get himself to wake up
"We have a match!"
Those four little words did the trick – He was awake!