Well, here is the next chapter.
Thanks to witchbsword for proofreading. Remaining mistakes are mine.
Chapter 4
Greg looked miserable. "But that's not possible," he uttered. "And it's nonsense. Sara's a forensic expert. Why should she be so stupid to leave so much evidence behind?"
Grissom looked as if an idea was forming into his head but he said: "Don't know."
Greg continued: "Apart from that. Sara would not do that. She would not do that. She did not do that." he said desperately, glancing at Grissom in hope of a confirmation.
"It's our job to process the evidence." Grissom said. "So we should do that."
He sighed. "I'll call Brass. He'll get a warrant."
On the next day Catherine seated herself opposite of Sara in the interrogation room. She felt weird not sitting next to her but opposite. Brass was standing in a corner looking as if he would prefer not being there, would it not have been for procedure."
Catherine laid all the results she had gained on the table.
"Your car will be investigated now, as you know," she said to Sara, who said nothing.
"Where have you been after your shift ended on the day of the murder?" Catherine began.
Sara glanced fiercely at Catherine but spoke quietly "At home."
"All the time?"
"Yes. Until I got to work again."
"How do you explain the clues we found: the gun, your gun, which was the weapon that killed the victim?" Catherine asked, wishing Sara could explain it.
"I have not been at the crime scene. I have not killed the man." Sara stated.
"The gun was found in a plastic bag together with an empty bottle. On the bottle was your DNA." Catherine continued. Sara looked darkly.
"The victim has been treaded. We found a certain paste on him, obviously in a shape of a shoe. The same paste was on your shoes." Catherine relentless moved on.
"Did you stomp on the body after you shot the man?"
Greg held the bottle in his hands. He turned it around. Nick had not only sent DNA from the bottle to the lab but had also taken finger prints from it which all fitted Sara's.
Greg looked at the label of the bottle. Something brown had polluted the paper. A brown liquid.
Thinking of the person who was now sitting opposite of Catherine he started working.
"No." was Sara's only answer.
This moment the door opened and Nick looked into the room, feeling obviously miserable.
Catherine stood up and talked quietly with him. Finally, she nodded and Nick vanished with a glance to Sara.
Catherine sat down again, sighing resignedly.
"In your trunk the victim's ID-card was found. In a plastic bag," she said. She felt miserable but did not show it.
Sara now looked absent.
"I will guess," Catherine said, "that it happened like this:"
She was waiting. Waiting for him. Her gun was ready. There he was. She held up her gun, aimed at his heart. He held up his hands, shocked. He made some steps backwards. She followed him, drove him to the backyard. And shot. All her rage was concentrated on this moment. Then she could not stop herself. She stomped on him. Again and again. Then she fled.
She ran. Her mouth was dry. She took the last gulp out of her bottle. She put the gun and the bottle in a plastic bag and threw it away, without thinking, her thoughts were somewhere else.
The ID-card she had taken from her victim, no … no victim, from the bastard, she threw it into her trunk and made her way home.
Sara's eyes were downcast.
"I can also only guess, why you haven't changed your shoes," Catherine continued.
She tried to appear calm while she was entering the crime lab. "Just don't make yourself noticed." She looked at her feet. Saw her shoes. She hadn't changed her shoes. Hastily she changed them at the locker room and had just shut her locker when Catherine entered the room.
"No," whispered Sara.
"It's what the evidence shows," Catherine stated, "Unfortunately, like someone said."
Sara looked absent again.
The door of the interrogation room opened again and this time it was Grissom who looked into the room.
Catherine stood up, went out of the room and shut the door behind her.
She folded her hands and looked at Grissom expectantly.
She waited for him to start the conversation.
"You will get her arrested?" he asked plainly.
Catherine nodded. "There is too much evidence."
Grissom nodded silently.
"But…" Catherine started. Grissom frowned and Catherine continued: "But it's almost too obvious. It seems as if something isn't right here."
Grissom looked at her pensively.
"Well … the ID-card in her car. How stupid can she be? She had enough time to throw it away," Catherine said, putting her left hand on her forehead and pondering hard. "Unless she did not know it was in her car. Nick said it was lying hidden below some other stuff. Maybe she is actually innocent."
TBC
