Chapter Two
About forty-five minutes passed since the SUV rumbled down the street, the woman discovering the bodies in her employers house, when a dark Tahoe came bounding down the street toward the same dark house.
The house was now slightly more illuminate due to the police vehicles flashing lights out front where a group of neighbors had gathered having been awakened by all the activity.
The owner of the Tahoe, a middle-aged man with dark hair streaked with silver on the sides, got out and approached the large house, a large, silver case in hand.
"Wouldn't be the holidays without a little misery to ruin the festivities," the stout Captain Brass greeted the newcomer and led him into the house. He led the man to the living room where the two bodies still lied on the floor.
"And misery loves company," stated Gil Grissom.
"Bodies were discovered 'round 10:36 pm by the housekeeper, a Mrs. Lucinda Fermera. Said everything was locked up…"
As Brass stated the preliminary facts of the case, Grissom pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, his attention turned elsewhere. He was listening to a sound coming from one corner of the room where a stereo system was set up.
"It's… it's… it's…" the record player skipped.
Grissom looked back to Brass, who was just finishing up.
"I mean you're the expert here, but it looks like a double suicide."
Grissom glanced around the room before turning his attention back to the record player.
"Maybe," he stated absently, his mind elsewhere. He bent down and corrected the record player's needle until a smooth sound played…
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere I go…"