Chapter 8

Grissom and Sara followed the home owners to the living area. Greg was standing near the couch. His eyes darted from one couple to another. The line had been disconnected. An adapter had been attached to the end where it plugged into the wall. Brass pointed to it with a gloved hand. "Your phone is tapped."

Jarvis Bloodworth massaged his wife's shoulders. Brass directed Greg to speak. He came to where both couples stood and opened his gloved hand. "I found these throughout the house. One was under a lamp in your bedroom, one was in your kitchen and one was under that table." Greg pointed towards the pine coffee table that sat in front of an overstuffed suede couch.

Grissom took his glasses off and leaned over to look in Greg's hand. "I have never seen bugs that small."

Greg responded. "Military intelligence has smaller ones. You can buy these at most spy shops. The technology gets better every year."

Grissom straightened. "How did you know where to look?"

"There are a couple of places that are favorites in terms of reception. More than likely there is a wireless antenna somewhere outside that sends signals to a recording location that is probably no more than a mile from here."

After Greg left the room she whispered to Sara. "The wise fool?"

Grissom looked at Sara as she laughed and nodded.

Brass gave his hands a swift clap. "Dr. and Mrs. Bloodworth we are going to need to move you to a secure location."

"We have to leave town tomorrow. Leigh has important exhibition in Chicago."

Brass gave Sara a beseeching look. She looked at Dr. Bloodworth. "Whoever did this knows about your wife's show and it wouldn't be safe in Chicago either. You should let the police relocate you somewhere. It's for the best."

Leigh Bloodworth gave a defeated sigh. "I'll go pack. Sara may see you for second?"

Sara sat on a loveseat in the Bloodworths massive bedroom. She watched the woman make several trips to her wardrobe.

She talked as she packed. "So did you think about what we talked about today?"

Sara shook her head. "Leigh I know I look like you but I am not you. I am not a seductress."

"Nonsense." She held up a shirt that obviously belonged to her husband. She held it up for Sara to see. "God this is hideous. Whatever would they do without us? You know he practically lives in jeans now but he didn't own a pair when I met him."

"I would so not be good at this."

"What's that?"

"This wife stuff; dinner parties, packing...I can barely take care of my plant."

"More nonsense. When you find the right person all of this comes naturally besides every marriage is different. I don't think your Grissom would want many dinner parties."

"He's not my Grissom."

Leigh tisked cryptically. "That's not what Jar says."

Before Sara could digest what she had said Leigh walked to where she was and handed her a sheet of paper. "That's my cell number and Sally's number."

"Who is Sally?"

"She specializes in custom made lingerie.'

Sara squinted at her. " Do you know Catherine Willows?"

"I believe that is the little blond woman. I like her. She has spunk."

Sara rolled her eyes. "I don't need any custom made lingerie."

She shut the suitcase with finality. "Stick with me and you will CSI Sidle."

Grissom glanced down the hall nervously. Jarvis watched in amusement.

"She's fine. You will have to learn that women need to be left alone sometimes. It makes all of our lives much easier."

"Sara's not like most women."

"Well she's in good company."

"What does your wife want to talk to her about?"

He smiled over a wine glass. "Dr. Grissom I look like you so I wonder why you think I look like a fool."

Brass cackled from his perch on a barstool. "I like this guy."

Grissom looked back down the hallway. Salvador, the parrot, joined in Grissom's mockery.