Catherine looked up from the table, where she had been carefully piecing together fragments of a stained glass window. She sighed. It was eight o'clock on a Sunday evening. Warrick was down in autopsy with Doc Robbins.

"Cath! Yo!" Greg came in, his spiky hair wild, a pair of headphones blaring around his neck. Some bright techno assaulted Catherine's ears.

"Greg, my man. What's up?" She smiled at him.

"I've got more glass."

"More?"

"Leaded glass, to be exact. Captain Brass was comparing them to some samples found on a suspect. Where's Sara?"

"Well, she was at an orchestra performance, and then she and Grissom were called out to a case on Klordaalva Highway."

"She's got a phone call. It sounds urgent."

"What sounds urgent?" Warrick walked in, snapping off a pair of latex gloves.

"This phone call for Sara."

Footsteps approached up the hall. Sara was walking towards them. Her clothes were bloodstained and she looked tired, but smiled as she saw them. "What's up?"

"What've you and Grissom got?"

"Mass murder."

"There's a phone call for you," Greg said, and handed her the phone.

She went off into the conference room as Grissom came up the hallway, leading the little girl. The PD had cleaned her up and found her some clothes. Her dark hair hung long and damp, and she looked out of place in a pair of threadbare jeans and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt.

"Team," Grissom said, "I'd like you to meet Dune Mahoney, the last living member of the Las Vegas Gate of Heaven cult."

The girl's expression did not change. Grissom said, "We're going to get her something to eat."

Sara came back in. "Grissom, I've got to go."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Fill me in," Catherine said after Sara had left, nodding to Warrick. Grissom led the girl by the hand, in search of food. Greg sat on a stool and listened as well.

"Our vic is Father James Carollan-O'Malley, 49. Pastor of St. Wilhelmina's Roman Catholic Church, which is where we found him. Robbins puts TOD at about nine-thirty, so the church would have been empty. There was another priest, Father Duncan Stein, 64, but he was in the rectory, reading. He didn't hear anything. He saw a brown panel van near the church at that that time, but assumed it was a gardener." Warrick gave Catherine two photos of potential brown panel vans. "He thinks it might have

been this Ford, but we're keeping the Dodge open."

"The window was located over the door," Catherine said. "We assume the perp threw a rock through the window to startle the vic, then came in through the door, which was unlocked."

"Unlocked?"

"Yes, Father Carollan-O'Malley was holding a midnight vigil for the Blessed Mary, and several nuns from the convent apparently were coming over to join him in a half hour. They were the ones who found Father Carollan-O'Malley, and called the police. Father Stein didn't even hear anything."

Catherine studied the pictures of the panel vans. "One of the nuns mentioned seeing this van near the church the other day." She pointed to the Ford. "She's here for questioning."

Sister Mary Scholastica sat at a table in the interrogation room. She was dressed as a nun of the Order of Blessed Mary – a dark navy habit with a white caul around the head and a navy wimple over that. A large white collar stood out on the dark dress, and the Sister wore a large cross necklace. Because her hair was totally covered, there was really no way to determine how old Sister Mary Scholastica was. Catherine put her age at thirty, maybe. Warrick guessed thirty-two. Neither was correct. Sister Mary Scholastica was twenty-five.

"So you saw this van near St. Wilhelmina's the other day?" Catherine asked, laying the picture on the table.

The nun nodded. "Yes."

"Did you assume that anything out of the ordinary was going on?'

"No, vans of that sort are often around the church. The leader of the local Meals on Wheels program owns a van of that sort. His name is Ryan Kirk."

"Was Meals on Wheels going on that day?"

"No, but Ryan is also a gardener of sorts. He does odd jobs and helps out the Fathers."

"Is he paid?"

"No, Ryan is a volunteer," Sister Mary Scholastica replied.

"That's all. Thank you for your time," Catherine said. "We'll contact you if there is any other information we need."

"Glad to be of service," the nun said, and left.