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Chapter 4

Through the two-way glass of the interrogation room, Sara watched as Brass led the suspect in, motioning for him to have a seat at the large, metal table. Grissom walked in behind them, taking his place across from Matthew Grottwahl. He was a short, thin man in his mid thirties with an unshaven face, messy dark-blonde hair, and what seemed to be a permanent scowl. He sat hunched over the desk examining his nails, and tapping his foot rapidly.

"There someplace you gotta be?" Brass eyed the man's fidgety hands.

"I got work to do, Man. I'm late, I could get fired."

"You late a lot?" Brass stood to Grottwahl's side to up the intimidation factor.

Grissom studied the suspect's face, and noted his stature. This was not a very strong-looking man. He opened the case file in front of him, and read insilence as Matthew eyed him suspiciously.

"What's the deal, Man? I'm on probation. That bitch say I did something? Cause I didn't! I don't want anything to do with her, Man! She's nuts!" He looked pleadingly up at Brass, who rolled his eyes. He'd heard it all before.

"Then why'd you try to rape her, 'Man'?" Brass placed his hand on the back of Grottwahl's chair. Jim Brass wasn't a large man, but he was substantially larger than their suspect.

"She's crazy! We were dating. She just got a little drunk, and copped an attitude. Then the next day she goes off on me about how I forced her. She's nut, Man!"

Sara could feel her jaw tightening as she watched from her secluded room.

"So, because she was your girl, she should give it up, no questions?" Brass pulled a chair up close to their suspect, and sat down.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Then why did she have a restraining order on you, Matt?" Brass shook his head.

"I tried to see her. I wanted to talk to her, and explain my side, but she wouldn't let me. She went all psycho about how I 'violated' her and all that crap. What's up with that? We were dating for like three months!" Grottwahl clinched his fists tight on the table. Grissom narrowed his eyes.

"You seem to have a problem with boundaries, Matt." Grissom dropped a set of photos on the table in front of him.

"Where'd you get those?" Grottwahl grabbed up the photos in shock.

The images were of the suspect's ex-girlfriend tied up, and not enjoying herself. Sara had seen the photos earlier, and was surprised by the suspect's shock at seeing them now. The last photo showed the victim with a long cut across her chest. Not deep enough to have caused her death, but obviously horribly painful.

"Where'd you get these?" He held them up in the air at Brass.

"You should know. You posted them on the net right?" Brass glanced over at Grissom.

"No way! I never did that to her, Man. That's sick! I don't know what all she told you guys, but I never did THAT!" He tossed the photos at Grissom in disgust. Brass eyed Grissom, genuinely surprised to find that, unless he was a really great actor, Matt hadn't taken these photos that seemed to show the victim just before her death.

"Yeah, well you won't mind if we search your home computer to back you up on that then will ya?" Brass stood up, nodding to Grissom.

"I don't even got a computer. I work on cars, Man. I ain't into all that geek shit." Grottwahl put his head in his hands exasperated.

Sara stared at the scene in dismay. They thought they had their guy. She had thought closure was right in front of them. At least they had a name for their Jane Doe now; Karlie Daniels, twenty-three, and studying to become a nurse's assistant. Now that they knew who she was, they could look at who else knew, and why she ended up dead on that car hood out in the dessert.

TBC