Jim Nick and Sara entered the second interrogation room. "Please James, take a seat."
"You have no right to keep me here. Haven't my wife and I been through enough. First we find out our daughter is… dead," tears welled up in his eyes, "and now you treat my wife and I like criminals. Can't you leave us to grieve." Sobs escaped from James Morton as he placed his head in his hands.
Jim Brass started a slow round of applause for Mr Morton. "Excellent! Excellent performance. Wasn't that good." The last comment was directed at Nick and Sara who sat silently by the rear wall. "I can see how you managed to convince your wife you were faithful for all those years. How long was it before you started to screw around. Obviously not long considering your son is only a few years younger than your adopted daughter."
"What are you talking about? You can't treat us like this. My wife if very fragile, she can't stand much more of this. What are you accusing us of?"
"We are not accusing your wife of anything. We are, however, accusing YOU of murder. You see, we found out some really interesting information during the course of this investigation. First, you fathered a son to a Miss Jenny Sampson, your dry cleaner of all people. You have been buying her silence for the last 19 years. This expensive dalliance wasn't your last though, was it. The carpet in your study can attest to that. Haven't had time to run all the samples collected but imagine we are looking at multiple fluid contributors there. Wow, in your own home, right under your wife's nose and with all that money on the line. You have balls I'll give you that.
"All had been going along just fine, until Katrina found out about your son. How did she manage that? Well that we think that was just dumb luck. You wouldn't think in a city as big as Las Vegas she would ever run into your son who looks enough like you that even Sara here could pick it. But she did. Devon…. That's his name isn't it? Yes… Devon doesn't remember the meeting but it sure must have made an impression on her. Don't suppose we will ever find out where she saw him. Could have been a party, or even at a shop at the mall. She has taken that to her grave. After a bit of snooping around she managed to find out about you and your lady friends, and about the pre nup. She didn't like that did she? She loved her mom, idolised her I bet. And here you were screwing around on her behind her back when ……"
James Morton leapt to his feet and slammed his fist into the table… "Enough, I have had enough of this bullshit. I want my lawyer. This interview is OVER." The last word was screamed at Brass as he sat calmly on the other side of the table.
"That is your right. By the way, you are under arrest for the murder and illegal burial of Katrina Morton. Here are some of your other rights." With that Brass read James Morton his Miranda rights as he placed him in handcuffs while he waited for his lawyer to arrive.
Nick and Sara had silently watched Jim lay out the senario. As he did they could see the façade of a morning father be slowly replaced as James Morton came to realised all was lost. Not just all that money, but most probably his life too.
They left him in the room with a uniformed officer as he waited for his lawyer.
"Think he will confess?" Sara asked hopefully.
"Not likely, I've see this type too often. He will go kicking and declaring his innocence to the end. Mind you, once his lawyer sees what we have I am sure he will suggest he cop a plea. Let the DA sort that out. We make a good team we three. We should do this more often. Shame Ecklie split you guys up." Jim and the two CSI's headed back to the offices.