A/N: She lives to write! Lol. I do hope you enjoy this little chapter. Please review.
Oh, and special note. I made a mistake when I said a martingale is for keeping a horse's head down. A martingale is for keeping a horse's head up! Sorry about that!
--Emily--
Disclaimer: I don't own anything yet. But I will! Oh, yes, I will own it all. I just don't now.
"So, When was the last time the Ferrier was out?" Catherine sat across from Jana in the office of Galaxy Farms.
"Tuesday."
"Which horses had shoes removed?"
"Um… Lady, Even, Glory, and Zing."
"Would this shoe belong to any of them?" Catherine showed her the pictures of the shoe, along with the measurements.
"Well, It cant be Lady or Zing, its to big. It might be Glory, but I can't be completely sure."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Catherine smiled as she stood to get up.
"We will do anything to help you find Kim's killer." Before going out the door, Catherine paused for a moment.
"Who is you Ferrier?"
"Robby. Robby Santos."
"Thanks." As she walked out, she bumped into a girl. The girl, like the others, was a teenager, about sixteen. She was medium height with blond hair. She rudely shoved past Catherine, giving the older woman only a glare.
"Lee, you have a lesson at one." Catherine turned around with a wry smile.
"Lee. Lee Smith?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Catherine Willows, from the Las Vegas crime lab. I would like to ask you a few questions about the death of Kimberly Aruba." The teen let out a sigh.
"Whatever." Catherine was not liking this girl. She could see why Kimberly might not have been fond of this girl. Sitting down at the bench, Catherine began questioning the girl.
"Is it true you were in some kind of fight with Kimberly?"
"Yeah. I didn't like her. It doesn't me I like, killed her or anything. Listen, I need to get ready and on for my lesson. Okay?" Catherine bit her lip to prevent herself from saying anything she might regret to the girl.
"We might need to talk to you later on in the investigation. But you can go."
"Whatever." With that, Lee Smith turned and walked off. Catherine stood and walked to where Grissom was waiting in the car.
"Well, I just met Lee Smith."
"And…"
"I can see why our victim might have hated her." She simply stated.
"Okay, well, did you get anything on the horseshoe?"
"The trainer told me it belonged to the horses Even or Glory. And the Ferrier is Robby Santos. She gave me his card."
"Well, why don't we go talk to him?" She handed Grissom the card and they quickly drove to the address listed.
Twenty minutes later they stood on the porch of a modest one story home in a small rural area right outside of the city. Grissom rang the doorbell and stepped back. A moment later, a man in his twenties opened the door.
"Hello. I'm Gil Grissom and this is Catherine Willows. We're from the Las Vegas crime lab. We would like to ask you some questions about Kimberly Aruba." He opened the door wider and motioned for the pair to come in.
"Yeah. Shame what happened to her. I didn't know her well, but she seemed like a sweet kid. Great little mare, Sugar." He smiled sadly.
"Last Tuesday, You were shoeing horses at Galaxy Farms, right?"
"Yup. I did four horses."
"Did anybody ask for a horseshoe, to keep?"
"Listen, I really wish I could help you out but a lot of people ask for horseshoes to keep. I really don't keep track of who asks."
"Oh, ok. Just on more question. Do you know who this shoe belongs to?" Catherine handed him the picture of the horseshoe mold and the measurements.
"Oh yeah, this belongs to Glory." He said almost immediately."
"Thank you for your time. We'll contact you if we have any more questions."
"Glory. Doesn't she belong to Lee Smith?" asked Catherine as they left the home.
"That she does."
"We need to find that horseshoe."
Grissom nodded in agreement as he drove them back to the lab. When they reached it, Grissom headed down to the break room, where Warrick, Nick, Sara, and Greg sat.
"Ok, we found out the shoe belongs to Glory. Owned by Lee Smith. I think we might also know what was used to stab the victim.
"What?" asked Sara.
"A hoof pick. Used to pick out manure and dirt from a horses hoof. We need to compare the weapon to the wound. I'm about to go do that. Nick, Sara, did you get anything from Peyton Trowds?"
"She said she also had a beef with Lee Smith. And her alibi checks out. She was at play practice at the time of the murder."
"Alright. I'm going to see if we have our stabbing weapon." He turned and left to try out the hoof pick he had. A while later, he came back to the break room, where the team still sat.
"We have our weapon. Come on, we're going to the barn. I already called Brass and asked him to get a search warrant." He said with a smile.
A/N: Really short, I know. So very sorry. But please review anyway; I really want to hear from you!
--Emily--
