Chapter 38

Gil ran his fingers alone the keyboard. He couldn't get his mojo going. Abasi head seemed too complex, to unpredictable for the deliberate scientist. Sara's voice came from the doorway. "Julian is asleep."

He turned the chair to face her. He patted his lap. Her silk pajamas were cool to the touch. His hand ran along the naked skin of her spin. "I have no idea why you wear these. You know I am only going to take them off. What do we have planned for tonight?"

"I wear them so I can look good for you around the house."

"And I thank you for it."

She scooted from his lap and stood over him. "Give me 20 minutes then come to bed."

"Does this have anything to do with the bag you are hiding in the Julian's closet?"

"You just stay away from the bag mister." As she kissed the top of his curls his mouth caught a nipple through the black fabric. She backed away and stood in the doorway. "Twenty minutes." He watched the silhouette of her hips under the thin material as she moved down the hall. His cell phone rang on the desk.

"Gil"

"Dr. Grissom, how are you and yours?"

"Lieutenant Cain it's good to hear from you. Sara and Julian are well. How are Timothy and Calleigh?"

"They are well also"

"I wanted you to let you know that I have two men on your building and a sharpshooter on the roof across the street. I also have uniforms doing drive bys every 10 minutes. The feds are tailing you and misses."

Grissom's eyes glittered and his hand rubbed his beard as incongruent thoughts formed a picture in his gray matter. Brass called it his mojo look. Gil spoke. "He's hasn't left Vegas"

"Boer?"

"That's what I would do. I wouldn't leave Vegas. I'd just make the cops think I had. I'll call you back Lieutenant Cain"

The two men signed off.

Brass dialed Nick's number for the third time in fifteen minutes. It went directly to voicemail just as it had before. "Why did I tell him to get the twelve pack?"

With his free hand he tapped out numbers on his new desk phone. Brass was in his still bare office located in Nevada's primary federal building. The land line picked up. "Marshall"

Brass barked angrily into the phone. "You guys still on the house?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you seen anyone come or go."

"Just a dark haired guy in his thirties, tags are registered to a Supervisor Nicholas Stokes with the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

Brass stood and pulled his jacket over his shoulder holster. He checked his ankle piece. "How long has he been in the house?"

"About three hours."

"Get in there. I need you to break down the door if you have to but get in there!"

The two agents sprang from the car across the street into the yard of the house they had been watching since the day before. Gunshots sped their movements.