Chapter 7

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Greg and Sara stared in astonishment at Shea after she said that the three boys who had killed her uncle were her friends. How could friends do something like that?

"You must be wrong, this couldn't be them. They would never do something like that, there really good people." Shea sounded like she was trying to convince herself more then the two CSIs.

"This is photos of them in front of your house at the time of the murder. It was taken with a video camera from across the street," Sara explained quietly to the shaken girl.

Greg could tell that Shea was holding back tears, both of sadness and of anger.

"We're going to do some more investigating on your three friends. We just thought that you should know," Sara said.

"Thank you," Shea whispered.

She got up slowly from the hard metal chair. "I better call Tiff. Her dad told me to tell say when I needed a ride back to their house."

"Shea, its Saturday, so you won't go back to school until Monday. Under no circumstances are you to go and see those boys. Don't go anywhere near them." This came from Brass.

Shea blanched. But after a few seconds her expression changed. She knew that that was the best idea. "I promise I won't," she sighed.

"I have an idea about something," Greg said to Sara, "let's grab our kits and go back to the Sheehan house. After that we can try to get a warrant. "

"I'll get the warrant," Sara told him, "you try out your idea. I'll meet you at the house once I've got it."

They agreed on that and spit up to do their separate tasks.

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Greg pulled up at the front of the Sheehan house. Once out he pulled at his equipment out of the back of his car and started around, through the side gate to the back door. When he was in the back he set down the kit on the steps of the deck. Greg then started looking around the area right near the fence all around the yard. At the very back, at the opposite end from where the door was, he found what he was looking for. Three sets of shoe prints in the moist dirt. Greg could see that there were defiantly three different ones. He got out the materials to make the mold and started mixing it. When that was done he started molding the prints.

"Need some help with that?" came a voice near his ear.

Greg nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around a saw Sara crouched down right behind him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," there was a laugh in her voice when she said that.

"You're not sorry you liar," Greg laughed.

Sara lightly gave his shoulder a push, and he pushed her back. That plan went wrong because both of them where crouched on the balls of their feet. When Greg pushed Sara she began to fall over. When that happened she reached out and grabbed him for support. The result was that they both ended up on the ground, with Greg leaning over Sara. Their faces were once again only inches apart. Not wanting to spoil the moment with another phone call, Greg leaned in and placed a small kiss on Sara's lips. They broke apart several seconds later.

"We might be spoiling evidence lying here like this," Sara said trying not to laugh.

Then they both started laughing. The tension that had been in the air a moment before was gone. Greg stood up, giving Sara his hand to help her up.

"You want to help me finish these casts?" Greg asked her.

"Sure, I have nothing else to do at the moment," was her reply.

So they spent the next hour getting the molds of the three shoes finished. Once they were done the two of them packed up and walked back to the cars hand in hand.

"I'll meet you at the first house?" Sara asked.

"Sure, I have all three of the addresses; you just tell me which one."

"Let's go to Murray's house first. It's closest to were we are now," said Sara looking at the piece of paper.

So they both hoped in their cars and drove off to start searching the boy's houses.

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