Sara Sidle will enter the picture soon.
CSI Hawaii
Beretania Street Main Station – Scientific Investigations Section – Wednesday Noon
Special Investigator Hank Kainahui sat at a stainless steel workbench, looking over the evidence that was recovered the previous night. Written logs littered the silver table top as Hank sifted through them to ensure their accuracy.
Nearby, a beaker of Hood's Solution full of floating Chrysomya Rufifaces and Megacephala maggots sat, while Hank reviewed printouts of the lab results. The larvae showed tiny posterior sphericles, indicating that the body had not been infested for very long. Over time, the sphericles would grow and a third sphericle would develop.
"Hmmm, the ME puts the time of death at approximately Nine PM, Monday Night, which corroborates the insect evidence. Hopefully, she'll get some DNA results soon."
He then turned to a monitor and accessed the information from VICAP, the Violent Incident Crime and Analysis Program, a database that would allow investigators from around the country to link violent crimes to see trends and similarities.
He entered the specific data from this investigation and ran a comparison. Several hits appeared and he raised an eyebrow.
"Two almost exact matches…coming out of Las Vegas. I ought to give Jim Brass a call."
Hank picked up the phone and punched in some numbers. "Yo Jim, it's Hank down in Honolulu. Hey thanks for the support down here with Gil. We got something you might want to see…we may be looking for the same killer."
Kainahui attached the VICAP results to an email and sent it to Las Vegas. A couple of minutes later, they spoke again.
"Pretty eerie, huh? I think it begs further investigation. Good…. Send us another CSI? That high profile, huh? Hey, I'll let Rob know after class. Sara Sidle? Is she any good? Hey, good to know you're giving us the A team. Take care, Jim. Don't worry, we'll send them back with Macadamia Nuts…honey glazed…yah, I got it."
Kahala – Afternoon
Blue and white police vehicles streaked up to the manorial estate in Kahala and officers leapt from their cars and vans to take positions of cover. Black-clad, ninja-like SSD officers emerged from a large van and began to set up a perimeter. The crackle of radio static and the whoop of sirens were heavy in the humid air.
An ambulance flashed alternating red and white lights as emergency medical technicians, or EMTs pushed a rolling stretcher out of the home. A large man struggled on the moving platform as Rob, Lisa, and Gil trotted beside them.
Gordon thrashed about with spatters of blood on his shredded shirt. "Crap! I can't believe I let someone sneak up on me. Gaaah, I should've known better!"
Rob, his face full of worry, tried to make light of the situation. "Hey, either the shooter can't aim or you have a hard head. I'll bet it's the latter."
They wheeled him over to the ambulance and he was slid quickly into the waiting bay. An EMT slammed the door shut as Rob tried to get in. Through gritted teeth, Gordon shook his head.
"Rob, you stay and catch that bastard. I'll be okay. I need you here, working the investigation."
Taniguchi stepped back out of the vehicle, obviously shaken by the incident. Gil pulled him aside and looked him in the eye. "Rob, I know this is a tough moment, but we found Callahan's car around the corner. It's going to be a long day."
The detective nodded mechanically. "Yah…yah, let me call Hank…get the ID Techs out here. Gil, secure the car please."
Gil gave him a concerned smile. "It's already done. Wes and your SWAT guys are there. Lisa took some men to hold the room. Whoever was there was trying to erase the computer. Fortunately, Lisa pulled the plug."
Rob popped open his NEXTEL and hit Hank on the Push to Talk, or PTT. "Hank, Gordon's been shot. No, he's alive…on his way to the ER. Can you get the ID Techs out here? Good…what? This ties in with a Vegas case?" he asked, looking sideways at Gil. "Jim's sending out Sara Sidle?"
Grissom raised an eyebrow, but remained silent and Rob continued. "Okay, she'll be in tonight. I hope she's ready to hit the ground running." He flipped the phone closed and made a motion to Gil. "Let's go. We'll start in the house."
They walked up to a black clad officer with a balaclava over his face and a kevlar helmet. The officer's hand was poised expertly over the pistol grip of a Benelli 12-gauge shotgun, finger off the trigger and down the frame of the weapon. The powerful shotgun held five shells, alternating between 00 Buck and rifled slugs, known as Mister Sluggos.
The officer informed Detective Taniguchi that SSD was sweeping the neighborhood, looking for the suspect, but no description of the individual had been obtained; they were hunting blindly.
At that moment, the media arrived.
An attractive Asian woman stepped out with a microphone, followed by a cameraman. "This is Penelope Ho, reporting live from the home of Wayne Callahan, the world famous rock star better known as Wayne the Drain. We learned today that Wayne was murdered up on Tantalus last night under mysterious circumstances. Wayne's long career spanned two decades and he was a well known patron of children's events, having donated huge monetary sums to youth causes."
"Apparently, police and FBI agents investigating the murder came to Wayne's home, where shots were fired. You sir," called Penelope to a man nearby.
The tall, distinguished man, with glasses and a beard, approached and Penelope pushed a microphone in his face.
"Sir, what do you think of Wayne's murder?"
His eyes grew large. "Wayne's dead? I was working across the street. Wow, well, I th –"
"Did you see anything, sir?"
"Why y -" he started to say.
"Oh, there's Detective Taniguchi of HPD," she blurted and rushed off, leaving the man there. "Detective, what happened here? How did Wayne die?"
Rob grimaced and straightened his aloha shirt. "I can't comment at this time. You sir, come with me. We'll need to interview you. What's your name?"
"Why, it's Alan."
As the detective led Alan away to be interviewed, a police van drove up and John Simmons hopped out with his team, followed by Hank. They carted their gear toward the house, with Alice lugging a heavy CrimeScope Alternate Light Source, or ALS.
The hefty Simmons sauntered up to Rob. "Oh, you again. This is becoming a habit." As the ID Techs walked by, into the house. The dark haired female tech looked over to Alan and gave him a wink.
With that, the detective pulled out his notepad and a pen. "What did you see, Alan?"
"Well, I was doing some construction next door and I heard the shots. I looked over here and heard a screen window break. Then, a blonde girl ran off into the hedges. That was it."
"Did you get a look at the girl?"
Alan shrugged. "It was from across the street and only for a second. She was young…Caucasian. Averaged height and build. Oh, she wore a school uniform. Gray skirt, bobby socks, white shirt."
"Great…great, that's good," Rob said, writing it all down. "Alan, I want you to go with one of the officers downtown and meet with our forensic artist. You did good, thanks."
He quickly shook hands with Alan and went into the house. Great, just great…the media is going to be calling this one the Bobby Sox Killer or the Teen Queen Terminator…great.