Sara and Nick joined Jim inside the interogation room for the next meeting.
Jim informed them that he had had a quick phone call with the mysterious 'Daniel' who had confirmed Alan Cartwright's story.
"Could Alan have called and filled him in?" Sara asked as they waited.
"No chance I was dialling his number before Alan was even out of eyeshot. Said he saw his 'white wench beat out' and spent the night 'of carnal exploration' with 'Cartwright, do right'." Jim closed his notepad with a slightly disgusted look on his face. "Alan may be able to pass as one of us but his boy toy sure couldn't."
Nick and Sara shared a small smile at the homophobic detective's expense.
Devon Sampson and his mother were finally led in by one of the uniformed officers and took a seat opposite Jim and Nick. Sara stood behind Devon and his mother.
"Thank you for agreeing to come in and see us Mr Sampson, Mrs Sampson" Jim greeted the young man and older woman. He was older now than the photographs but definitely the same young man.
"Miss Sampson," the mother responded. "I'm not a Mrs. Now, would you be kind enough to tell us what is going on. We get a phone call from the police asking my son to come in and assist with a HOMISIDE investigation. Is my son a suspect. Do we need a lawyer." Mrs Sampson was working herself up to quite a state and Nick put up his hands in a calming motion.
"Mrs… sorry Miss Sampson, we have merely asked Devon to come down and talk, that's all." He gave her one of his most charming smiles. Behind the Sampson's Sara smirked. She could never calm someone with just a smile the way Nick could. She was jealous. She would love to have half his charm… and would love to have that smile sent her way. Wow, where did that thought come from?
Jim sat back and let Nick start off, obviously his charm would work much better than Jim's abraisive personality.
"You see, we found some photograph's of your son. They were buried with a body and we were hoping your son might have some information that could help us with our investigations." Mrs Sampson visibly relaxed a little and looked to her son.
"What sort of photos?" Devon asked. These were the first words the young man had uttered.
Jim produced the photographs from the police file and slid them across so he could have a look at them.
"When were these taken?" Devon asked.
"We would assume about 3 and a half to 4 years ago. They appear to be of you going into your school yard. Do you have any recollection of anyone taking photographs of you, or approaching you by any chance?" Nick continued to speak to the young man as Sara moved around the table slowly. There was something about him. She couldn't put her finger on it. She studied his face intently. What was it?
"Not that I remember. Where did you find them?" The young man seem quiet but self assured. He may have his mother with him but he was not a momma's boy.
Jim again pulled a photograph out of the police file and slid it across the file to Devon. He pointed out Katrina in the middle of her parents.
"This is Katrina Morton. Her body was discovered buried last night and these photographs were found with the body. Do you have any idea who she is? Have you ever met her before?"
Again Devon shook his head "No. I have never heard of her. Never seen her either." Devon looked up at Nick and Brass and noticed Sara staring at him. Nick noticed where his look was and turned to look at his partner. Realising she had been staring a little too intently, Sara dropped her stare and tried to throw Devon one of Nick's charming smiles. She just looked … weird. Nick raised and eyebrow at her and turned back to the Sampsons.
"Would you be willing to let us take a DNA sample Devon?" Nick asked.
"I don't see why that would be necessary. He said he had never met her so obviously he won't match any samples you have. I think we should go Dev."
"It's OK Mom. Sure, you can take a sample. It won't match anything though. I have never seen her." Nick raised himself from his side of the table and walked around to the young man.
"Just open your mouth for me please." Nick bent down and swabbed the inside of his mouth. "Thank you." He closed off the sample and wrote the case file identifier on outside of the packet.
"Well, thank you both for your time. Here is my card if you have anymore information you can give us. Here is one for you too Mrs Sampson." Jim Brass handed them each a card.
"Miss."
"Sorry, Miss Sampson."
Both of them left the room and the three PD officers sat to see where they were at.
"Well that was a dead end." Nick exclaimed as he sat down.
"Not necessarily, did you see the mother's expression when I handed over the picture of the Morgan family. Looked like she had seen a ghost."
Nick and Sara both shook their heads. "I didn't notice. I was too busy looking at Devon." Sara sat down opposite the two men.
"Yeah, what was that about anyway. You totally freeked him out with that smile."
"I was trying to be charming." Sara admitted as a slight flush of embarrassment raced across her face.
"That was not charming. I was waiting for you to do a Linda Blair and have your head spin around. That was just creepy." Nick grinned at his partner.
Sara responded by poking out her tongue at him.
"Nice, very mature."
"I was looking at him because there was something about him. I don't know. Like I had seen him before, but the more I looked at him the less I could grasp it."
"Well I am telling you," Brass piped in. "She knows something. I may have to have another chat with her I think."
"Well we might just drop these samples off at the lab and see if we have any matches." Nick raised himself from the table.