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Chapter 7
Catherine opened the door to the interrogation room. Walking inside she took in the scene in front of her.
At the table in the middle of the room sat Alice Kenner, her head resting on her hands, her face smeared with tears.
Brass stood opposite her leaning against the wall arms folded over each other, and a stern, though sad, look on his face.
"Miss Kenner" he spoke up "This is Catherine Willows she's with the crime lab and will be sitting in on this interrogation."
As Catherine walked over to take a seat opposite Alice Kenner she again took in the woman already seated. The investigator in her immediately started to process the 'scene' in front of her.
Long blonde hair cascading alongside a young face, onto hunched shoulders. Black streams of mascara had flown down over her cheeks. Eyes still downcast, resting their focus on the table.
As Catherine sat down pleading red eyes looked up at her, and although it was silent, it was as if Catherine could hear her scream for help.
The whole vibe Alice Kenner was sending her was of someone innocent, someone who got the blame shoved in her shoes.
Brass now also walked over to the table and took a seat next to Catherine.
"Two nights ago a woman was hit by a car when she crossed the street. There were witnesses that saw your car speeding off. You care to explain that?"
"That wasn't me" Alice said defensive. "I haven't used my car the last four or five days"
"So you're saying you didn't drive your car the last few days yet it was seen at the scene?" Brass asked skeptically.
"As I just said, I haven't used my car"
"Then where were you two nights ago between eight and ten pm?" Catherine asked
"I've been at home. My little girl has been sick. I had to take care of her, and since we just moved here and I've got no relatives around I've been home alone with her."
"Is there anyone that can confirm that?"
Suddenly she started to sob again "No. Listen, I was home alone with a sick baby. I know this isn't an alibi, but you have to believe me"
"We believe the evidence, and it tells us you caused an accident and didn't have the guts to stop"
Her cries became louder "It wasn't me. Please believe me" she started to beg.
"I need to see my baby girl. Please let me see her….please"
Catherine studied the blonde in front of her intently. Alice Kenner was crumbling down into little pieces, now crying out loud, repeatedly saying 'please'
Catherine looked over at Brass, who shot her an apologetic look, and then she spoke up to Alice Kenner again.
"Look we are still waiting on some results from our investigation, and I'm sorry but you'll have to go to a holding cell for a while. I'm sorry but you can't see your daughter for a while" The mother in Catherine had a hard time saying that to her, but the CSI in her knew she had to follow the rules.
Since they had to wait for the results of the processing of the SUV that Sara and Warrick were working on, further interrogation was of no use, and therefore Brass lead Alice Kenner back to a holding cell.
On her way back to the CSI HQ Catherine had time to rethinking all that had passed.
Was Alice Kenner the one responsible for the hit-and-run leading to the death of an old lady? Catherine wasn't sure.
The evidence they had thus far pointed to her. The SUV found on her driveway had definitely been involved in an accident.
The answers they had further gotten from Alice Kenner during the interrogation, and especially remembering Sara and her had found something wasn't right at Brandz's made her doubt whether Alice was the one they're looking for.
Meanwhile Sara and Warrick, now both clad in dark blue coveralls, were working their way through the SUV.
After an hour they decided it was time for a short coffee break. Thus far they had come up with much. Of course, the blood on the outside of the car, and they had collected some of the headlight's glass to compare with the splinter they had found on the victim's body.
Sitting in the break room Sara kept mulling over what Catherine and her had found in the car of Mr. Brandz.
"…that she was so concerned for her baby girl" Warrick had been talking to her, but she hadn't heard any of it, that is, until he started about the baby girl.
Without saying a thing she placed her mug on the table, stood up and walked out of the break room.
"Sara? Where are you going?" Warrick called after her, a bit confused about Sara's sudden departure.
"I need to check on something" she muttered, not even turning back to face Warrick as her mind was working overtime trying to figure everything out.
Sara walked to the layout room she had been in before. Placing the evidence they found at Brandz's back on the table and picking up the comforter a smile came onto her face. She knew she her feeling had been right all along. Now she only had to find out how every piece had to be puzzled together.
Taking the comforter and the blonde hair they had found Sara went to search for Greg. As she found him she handed him both and told him to compare the DNA. Telling him to bring her the results as soon as possible, she headed for the garage again to check something else that had come into her mind.
Catherine walked through the halls as Grissom called her when she passed his office. Warrick had informed him about the case, and how he suggested to search Alice Kenner's garage.
That's when Grissom told her he would be doing the search at the Kenner's residence, together with Brass.
Catherine, becoming angry, felt Grissom was undermining her abilities, but decided to control her anger and try to keep things civilized…Until Grissom gave her some other news…
Nick, who had been working on a 419 at the Bellagio had been brought home by an officer. He had come down with stomach flu and couldn't continue his case. Therefore, Grissom had handed the case over to Warrick.
However, since Nick would be out for the next couple of days, he told Catherine she had to work his shift.
And the rest that happened is history…