"I'm Calleigh Duquesne from the crime lab." Calleigh introduced herself to the manager of the school bus fleet. "We have a warrant to take fingerprints from all your staff and any security camera footage from the last week."
"I have all the fingerprints from everyone on record. It was required since we're dealing with kids. Everyone had a background check too." The manager explained.
"I'm going to need those records." Calleigh smiled.
"I'll get them straight away." He said trying to impress her. "Security tapes too."
"Thank you. I'm also going to need to see where the eight buses in question were parked when they finished their school run yesterday."
"See that void in the corner of the parking lot, that's where they were parked." He pointed in the direction of the space in the bus parking lot.
"Frank if you get the fingerprints and security tapes, I'm going to take a look."
"Found something?" Frank Tripp asked coming to where Calleigh was crouched down taking a photograph of something she had found.
"Sand." Calleigh replied as she took a sample. "Six of the bombs were filled with sand rather than explosives." Calleigh explained. "Speed should be able to match this to the samples he has from the bombs."
"So you think that they installed the bombs on the buses here?" Tripp questioned.
"It looks that way, the longest the buses were stationary would have been over night when they are parked here and the buses that were chosen were in a tight formation, it would have been easy to duck from one bus to another. But we can't say for certain until we have more evidence." Calleigh got to her feet. "I need to take a look around the perimeter fence. See if there were any forced points of entry."
"The security guard made a point of mentioning that he'd checked the whole fence and didn't see any damage."
"But he's not a CSI." Calleigh winked at him.
"Speed have you had any luck identifying the sand?" Horatio asked walking into Trace.
"I ran it through the database for local quarried but no luck so I expanded the search to the whole database and got a hit. It's from a quarry in Nevada, just outside Vegas." Speed replied.
"Nevada?" Horatio questioned. "That's travelled a long way. Are there any companies that import it locally?"
"I'm checking that data now."
"Good work."
"How did it go with the bombs they tell us anything?" Speed asked.
"The bombs were basic and almost identical as if someone had been following a set of instructions when they were made."
"They probably got a how to guide from the internet."
"And those can be the most dangerous."
"They should just find whoever thought it was a good idea to put those kind of how to guides on the internet and put them in jail." Speed commented.
"You'll have no argument from me."
"Yelina dropped by earlier, I think she was looking for you, I told her you were busy." Speed informed him.
"She found me. She wanted to tell me Calleigh yelled at her."
"Calleigh didn't yell, she may have raised her voice slightly but it definitely wasn't yelling."
"You were there?" Horatio questioned.
"Technically I was here. Calleigh came to discuss what she had found out when Yelina came in."
"What happened?"
"Yelina came in and made a comment about seeing Calleigh was wearing her own clothes today. I know she's your sister-in-law H, but she was being a complete bch. Calleigh told her she'd had enough of it, that she hadn't tried anything other than being nice to Yelina, and if she had a problem she should talk to you. Then Calleigh told Yelina to keep away from her unless they were working the same case."
"What happened then?" Horatio asked.
"Tripp paged Calleigh that he got the warrant so she left."
"What warrant?" Horatio questioned.
"Calleigh's gone to fingerprint all the people who work at the bus depot and to check out the fence to see if anyone could have hopped it."
"I'll tell you what we're going to do..." Horatio's cell phone rang. "Excuse me a minute. Horatio." He answered. "I'll be right there." Horatio hung up. "That was Eric he thinks he found the store that sold all the parts for the pipe bombs. Keep checking for companies that import the sand."
"H I was thinking."
"What about Speed?"
"The guy planted eight pipe bombs only two of which were real. What if he wanted to target two of the drivers specifically, I mean the kids would have all been in school by the time the bombs were set to go off and the other six were just a diversion to throw us his real intent."
"Call Calleigh and get her to get a list of who drives which bus route. Specifically those eight bus routes." Horatio instructed.
"I'm on it."
"I've got something." Calleigh said to Tripp, "Umm." She looked around and spotted one of the bus yard employees. "Excuse me." She walked over to him.
"You're not supposed to be in here." He commented gruffly.
"My name is Calleigh Duquesne I'm with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. I'm investigating the bombs that were placed on the buses this morning."
"I didn't see anything, I don't know anything." He replied.
"Actually I was wondering if you had a ladder I could borrow." Calleigh said.
"A ladder?"
"A ladder." Calleigh repeated.
"There's one over there." He pointed. "Put it back when you're done." He walked off.
"Thank you." Calleigh said. Calleigh got the step ladder and dragged it over to the fence. "Frank can you hold the bottom so it doesn't topple over for me?"
"Of course."
Calleigh placed what she needed in her pockets and took the camera and climbed up the ladder to examine the top of the fence where something was caught. She photographed it.
"What've you got?" Tripp asked.
"Looks like the threads from one of those carry-all sports bag." Calleigh said placing it in an evidence envelope. Her cell phone rang. "Duquesne." She answered.
"Calleigh it's Speed." Speed said.
"Tim can you hold on a minute while I get off this ladder."
"Sure." Speed said slightly confused.
"Okay, I'm down." Calleigh said.
"What were you doing up a ladder?" Speed asked.
"There was a thread caught on top the fence, I needed a ladder to reach it." Calleigh explained. "It looks like it's from a sports bag, our bomb maker could have tossed it over the fence, I'll check on the other side of the fence for footprints, there aren't any this side. Did you find out anything about the origin of the sand?"
"It's from a quarry outside Vegas. I'm working on who imports it."
"I found some sand where one of the buses was parked. It should match what you've got."
"Horatio asked me to call you and ask you to get a list of who drives which bus route, specifically those eight that were picked."
"The eight were all parked together last night it could have been luck of the draw."
"We're going to work on the premise that it's possible the drivers of the two buses with the real bombs were the intended targets, the ones with sand in were just a rouge to throw us off."
"I guess it's possible, I'll get the list."
"Cal, Yelina went and told Horatio that you yelled at her."
"She did what?" Calleigh raised her voice, Tripp through her a questioning glance. "I didn't yell at her, I raised my voice slightly but I didn't yell."
"I explained that to H."
"What did he say?"
"Eric called before he really had a chance to say much. I don't think he was mad with you."
"Great, I'll see you when I get back."
"Bye." They hung up.
"Everything okay?" Tripp asked.
"I really need to get back to the range."
"What did Yelina do now?" Tripp asked.
"How do you know this has anything to do with Yelina?" Calleigh asked.
"Calleigh you usually don't let things rile you, Yelina acting up is a pretty safe bet to get you mad."
"I'll handle it." Calleigh sighed.
"Just give me warning before you start shooting so I can duck."
"You got it." She got a red tag out of her kit and attached it to the wire of the fence.
"What's that for?" Tripp asked.
"So I can tell where the fibre was when we get around to the other side of the fence." Calleigh explained. "There could be shoe prints on the other side. I need to check the rest of the fence and around the outer perimeter. We also need to get a list of who drives which bus route before we go."
"I'll go and get it why you finish doing what you do."
"Thank you."
TBC
