Hey long time between chapters I know bu hey assinments and exams and such. etc. Heres some more.

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"Look Sir," Brass was getting frustrated. He had asked the clerk for any information on a number sequence Greg had found on the scrap of ticket stub. He had been lucky enough that the sequence had corresponded to the flight number, but wanted more."We're investigating a triple homicide, I need to know more then just which flight the ticket was for. I need that passinger list now." The young man behind the desk was nervous, his hands were sweaty, his words jumbled.

"Ah yeah sure I um I just need to speak to my manager about it...about giving it to you. She won't be long." He couldn't have been more then 21 and obiously hadn't been on the job long, he had no idea how to respond to the detectives request.

"Look kid. This is warrant, and these are handcuffs," He held up the two items for the kid to see, "If you don't give me the list of passengers for that flight I will use one of them on you and I think even you could figure out which one." The fear in the young mans eyes only lasted a second because his manager had chosen that moment to come to the desk and see what he wanted. Brass sighed heavily and relayed the information to the manager.

"Certainly sir I'll get that for you now." She was obviously trying to make up for her subordinants behaviour. Five minutes later he had the list and headed to the crime lab.

"Hey Greg." Brass called out. "I got you a passenger manifest. You run those prints from the scene yet?" Greg looked up from the bench he was working at.

"Yep." He handed the results to Jim. They scanned both lists hoping to find a name that appered on both. No such luck. "Damit! Well still, a ticket that belonged to one of the passengers on that flight ended up in the crime scene."

"So we interveiw 'em all"

"Thats over two hundred people" Greg was shocked at the suggestion.

"Ah now thats why I'm the detective," Brass had a smug look on his face, "Vegas was only a stop over. Only eleven people got off the plane here." Greg smiled

"So what are we waiting for."

Greg was beggining to realise that even eleven people was a lot to interveiw. This was number eleven. He watched from the observation room. Brass hadn't let him in.

"Ok Dr Matthews." Brass spoke through a heavy sigh, this day was getting to be a long day. "You were a passenger on flight 476, San Fransisco to Las Vegas, on Sunday night."

"Yes Sir What is this about?" The doctor asked.

"Do you still have your ticket stubb by any chance?"

"No I threw it out. What is this about.?" Dr Matthews was getting aggitated.

Brass launched right into shock tactics. "Three people were murdered last night and we found a tickect stub at the crime scene that could only belong to one of eleven people in Las Vegas. We've spoken to all of them including you and only three can not account for the where abouts of their ticket stub." Brass stared the woman down she didn't look like she could have killed those three people, but so far he didn't have many options. "Can you account for you own whereabouts on Sunday night." Dr Matthews wasn't responding to his tactics.

"I was with my son, who was asleep."

"Really, now you didn't happen to duck out and murder three people after you read him a story did you?" Brass tried again, he shifted his chair closer to her and sat down, all the while continueing his staring competition. He was ashamed to admit that she was winning.

"No I didn't." She said quietly. Brass tried a different tactic, picking up a peice of paper he had on the table he read off her personal details.

"Dr Claire Matthews.

Psychiatrist.

Single

Residence, San Fransisco California.

One son Joseph aged nine.

What are you doing in Vegas Claire?"

"Visiting my ex, look I don't have to sit here and answer your questions. I'm leaving." Brass watched as Claire left the interogation room and Greg replaced her.

"So were down to three."

"Were down to three." Brass sighed again.

Sara heard the door open. Claire had gone out earlier but she had not asked where she was going, she didn't fell like she had the right. Sara wondered if Claire would tell her, if it was even important. There was a time when Claire had told Sara everything, when she didn't need to wonder. She had successfully put those time out of her mind when she had moved here, but over the last couple of days she'd found herself missing those days, those moments in the early hours of the morning, when Claire was asleep, watching her.

"Sara" She snapped back to reality, and carefully manuvered herself off Joey's bed so as not too wake him up. He had been very sick for the last couple of hours.

"Hey" She said as she made her way out to meet Claire.

"Hows Joey?" She looked tired.

"He's asleep, wasthrowing up for a few hours earlier though." She heard Claire sigh and watched her shake her head. A wave of guilt hit Sara.

"Have you heard about these murders that happend on Sunday?" Sara was confused that had come out of nowhere.

"Yeah, my boss wanted me to investigate them but I was with you." Claire gave her a confused look.

"Apparently they found a ticket stubb from my flight at the scene and I'm one of three people who can't account for their stubb. They just interveiwed me." Claire held Sara eyes, they were both beggining to see a problem with the situation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sara asked softley, still trying to figure out what was confusing her. "Wait a minute, if anyone who commited those murders was on the plane they'd be a bit short on time and you were with me the moment you got off the plane."

"I think your collegues are a little confused."

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