Chapter Ten
The Confession
Brass stepped thought the doorway of the waiting room. Each suspect looked up at his arrival, some with anticipation on their face, others with impatience. All of them had a bit of relief mixed in with all the other emotions on their face.
Jim met each of their eyes, saving the murderer for last. He held that gaze for a beat longer before waggling his finger. "Would you come with me please?"
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Grissom was already sitting in the interrogation room; the other CSI's were gathered behind the two-way mirror. As the murder walked in and sat down, Grissom looked up from his notes and met the killer in the eye.
"Very apropos, the arsenic." Grissom said.
"You think so?" Said the killer.
The CSI supervisor tilted his head. "Yes, only when you take into consideration that it's believed King George was himself poisoned with that very thing."
Wayne Wayne smiled. "That was my little joke."
Behind the glass, Nick snorted out a quiet laugh. Warrick's brow furrowed, "What's funny?"
"We should have known all along," Nick said. "The butler did it."
-- The End --
Yes, rojaji, you were right.
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