RULING OUT ROMERO
Sara Sidle hung up the phone the phone in Grissom's office just as Warrick and Catherine were passing by. She looked over at them awkwardly when they questioned her presence with confused expressions.
"What are you doing in here, Sara?" Catherine asked as she stepped over the threshold.
"Uh," began Sara, "I was trying to find Grissom. His door was open and his phone rang. I thought it might be about the case so I answered."
"I guess whoever was calling now thinks your Grissom's new unofficial secretary," joked Warrick. Sara glared at him and then half-smiled.
"Well?" said Catherine. Sara looked at her blankly. "What was the call about?"
"I was glad I picked it up. It might as well have been for me. I contacted the lead spokesperson of RES and it turns out that they were having a conference downtown the day of Eve Romero's death. The conference started at nine o'clock and all members were expected to be there."
"So, obviously Eve Romero wasn't there," stated Warrick. "Did they take an attendance list?"
"I had asked the spokesperson if he could give me a list of the names of the people who weren't present at the conference," answered Sara. "He called Grissom with the names and I took them down. Eve Romero was one of them, along with Zieke Flanaghan who was apparently hospitalized after being injured on a nature hike. I asked about Bruce Romero but it turns out he was there just before ten o'clock AM. Everyone who was there spent the night at a hotel in the city."
"The Dwarves Hotel?" Warrick asked.
"No," said Sara. "Applesgate Inn. It's much more to their taste, I think." Warrick nodded. Catherine looked flustered.
"Hey, Cath, what's up?" Warrick asked.
She looked at them miserably. "The poor woman was being cheated on, she was fighting for cause that's very difficult to support, and now she's dead. We need to know why. We must have missed something."
Sara furrowed her brow sympathetically. "Catherine, we've done the best we can. If you didn't find anything in the house, and we didn't find anything around it, and the neighbours weren't around, then there's nothing more we can say."
"Why did she die, Sara?" Catherine asked. "And why don't we know. It's our job to know. It's my job to know." Her eyes welled. Warrick and Sara looked on helplessly.
"Cath, you might need some time off," said Warrick.
"That's the last thing I need," she retorted and left the two CSI's standing confused in the hallway. She wasn't sure where she was going until she was in her car with the engine running.