Back at the CSI lab, Sister Mary Scholastica had left. Catherine was left to piece together the window, and Warrick had gone down to the lab to talk to Greg. As usual, the techno-loving lab rat was standing before his computer, eagerly entering information. Next to him, the printer whirred and hummed. "Hey, Warrick," Greg greeted the CSI. "Got some new information on your priest."

"Which is?" Warrick asked, taking the file Greg handed to him.

"Well, the first is, he was drunk. Secondly, all of the blood in the church was his. The two fingerprints on the window Cath found are not his. We're still running those through VICAP."

"Thanks, Greg." "No problem. If you see Cath, tell her that Father Duncan Stein called again. He wants to know when we're releasing Father Carollan-O'Malley's body for the funeral."

Warrick nodded. "Will do."

As Warrick stepped back out into the hallway, reading Greg's file, he was nearly run over by a girl in a wheelchair. "Sorry!" she called, giggling.

Sara was a few steps behind her. "Sorry, Warrick."

"Yours?" Warrick asked, puzzled.

"My niece, Emily," Sara replied. "Got to run!"

Warrick smiled as Sara ran off, following the girl. He turned and nearly took out Grissom, who was coming up the hall carrying a fish tank. "Oh, hi, Warrick. Catherine asked me to tell you your gardener suspect is here for questioning."

Warrick nodded. "Need some help, Gris?"

"No, I've got it. Thanks for asking."

Warrick saluted and headed down the hall. Catherine was waiting. "Ryan Kirk, the gardener from the church, is here. He's pretty upset. Apparently he was close to Father Carollan-O'Malley."

"Okay," Warrick said. "Father Duncan Stein called to ask when we would be releasing the body."

"I'll have to check with Doc Robbins, but it should be within the next two days."

"Good. Let's go question Mr. Kirk."

Ryan Kirk was waiting in an interrogation room. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and wore a plaid flannel shirt, well-worn jeans, and heavy boots. A green baseball cap sat on the table next to him, and his short, dark hair looked tousled. "Hello," Catherine said, "I'm Catherine Willows and this is Warrick Brown."

"Ryan Kirk," he said.

"So you're the gardener and handyman at St. Wilhelmina's?"

"Yes," he answered. "I've been working there since I was a teenager. Father Carollan-O'Malley became the head priest there when I was fifteen. I was sort of a rowdy kid – hanging out with the wrong crowd, smoking, you know the type. Father Carollan-O'Malley was like a father figure to me – my own father left the family when I was seven."

"Did you see anything the night of Father Carollan-O'Malley's murder?"

He shook his head. "No. I had delivered Meals on Wheels that morning, and had then dropped off a load of birdseed at the church garage. It was funny, I was supposed to prune the fruit trees, but I couldn't find my knife. Anyway, after that I went to my grandmother's house for dinner. My sister, Holly, just announced her engagement, and we were having sort of a party. I stayed the night because my grandmother was going to Holyoke the next day to visit some friends, and she needed someone to drive her."

"All right. Thank you for your time."

Ryan Kirk shook Warrick's hand. "You're welcome. Please find who did this, please."