Chapter 3

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The next evening Greg and Sara both got to work at around 6pm, wanting to work on their case.

Mia met them as they walked into the break room.

"I finished those samples you left with me last night."

"Great, let's have it," Sara said to her as she stirred her coffee.

"The blood on the knife, dishcloth, clothes and the sink all match the vics."

"What about the hair I found under his fingernail?" Greg inquired.

"It's male, and not a relative, other that I have nothing, and no hits in CODIS."

Thanking Mia, and then headed for the print lab to talk to Jacki.

The print woman ushered them in as when she saw them entering.

"There was only one set of prints on the knife you got from the house," she told them first off.

"Who's were they?" Sara asked.

"The nieces."

Greg let out a big sigh. He realized just then that he had been crossing his fingers in hope that the prints would not match Sheas.

"I guess we better call Brass, tell him we have a suspect," he said resignedly to Sara.

With a nod they both left the print lab and Sara called Brass to tell him to pick up Shea Hewson and take her to PD for interrogation.

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Shea was escorted into the interrogation room by an officer, sat down in a chair, and left until Sara, Greg and Brass got there.

The three of them stood outside, looking at the girl for several minutes before going in.

"I pulled her record," Brass told them, opening a folder and reading a bit to them. "Shea Hewson, age 16, was born May 15th 1988, born in Boulder, Colorado. A strait A student, but gets into trouble sometimes."

"What kind of trouble?" Sara wondered.

"She has a bit of a discipline problem," was Brasses reply. "Mouths off to teachers, eats in class, wears hats in the school, things like that, nothing major."

"Does it say why she's living in Vegas?" Greg asked.

"No, nothing on that, just says she started at Summit High School enrolled in Grade 11 in September."

"Well, let's get this over with."

Greg opened the door and he, Sara and Brass walked to begin talking to Shea.

"Hi," Shea greeted them quietly, "do you think you could finish your questions as quickly as possible?

"Why," Brass asked, "in a hurry to get somewhere?"

"Back to my friend's house," was the reply, "I've got a big math final tomorrow, and I want to study a bit before going to bed."

"But you're a strait A student, why do you need to study?" Brass asked.

"I work very hard for my marks, I don't slake off."

"You just mouth off to teachers and break the rules," Sara broke in.

Shea didn't say anything. She just sat, hands clasped together on the table, looking like any moment she would bolt for the door. It reminded Greg of an animal being backed into a corner.

He decided to ask a question that he was sure would strike a cord with the young girl.

"Why were you living in Vegas with your uncle, not in Boulder with your parents?"

Shea gave him a look like she had been knifed through the heart. Her eyes said, 'please don't make me tell you'.

"You know, that's a good question, why don't you tell us," Brass interjected with sarcastic cheerfulness.

Shea stared determinedly at the tabletop.

"Now," Brass said to her.

"Haven't you already read my record?" she asked. "You should already know all about that."

"Your record didn't say anything," Sara told her.

Shea looked at Brass for a second. He didn't even have to say anything before she knew that she was not getting out of it.

"All right, I'll tell you."

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Sorry it took a bit of time to update. I had writers block. I'm going to try to get the next chapter done by the weekend.