Nick, Greg and Grissom met up in Sara's kitchen, the place was empty now except for the cop accompanying them.
"I found a couple of plane tickets in the living room. Same airline as the ones at the crime scene." Greg shared the results of his search with his colleagues.
"I got a set of kinves in the kitchen, same as type as the murder weapon. One's missing though. There's no way that Dr. Matthews could of made it back here to get the knife then back to the scene." Nick was still shaken by the incident in the bathroom.
"You don't think Sara's involved in this do you?" Greg wasn't sure if he was defending his friend or his opinion of the case.
"Well I don't wanna believe it either Greg, but she lied to you to cover for her friend and..."
"We don't know she lied! We just couldn't find the owner of the cafe to confirm her story!"
"Guys!" Grissom broke up the argument. "Dr. Matthews has a little boy. I know that he was very sick, I think he may have died in the last couple of days." He showed them the handwritten list he had found.
"AIDS." Nick said quickly.
"What." Grissom turned his attention to him.
"He died of AIDS. There were medications in bathroom cabinet, lots of them."
"Yeah there's some more bottles on the table beside the door. Lable says they're prescribed to a Joseph Matthews." Grissom looked at the two men, they were jumping to conclusions, they didn't even know yet if the child was dead or alive. He had a theory about the pills in the bathroom though. He left them disscussing the bottles and went to check it. He though about the bruises he had seen on Sara's arms when he had first met her, it hadn't occured to him at the time and he wasn't sure, but as he read the lable on the bottle he confirmed it. The pills were Sara's.
"Look I've told you again and again. We went straight from the airport to the cafe. I didn't kill three men on the way." Brass watched the woman as she spoke. She seemed calm or maybe tired, he wasn't sure.
"Well I'm sorry but we haven't been able to locate the owner of the store to confirm that. Let me ask you another question," He changed topics to try to throw her, "Where is your son?" Claire closed her eyes.
"He passed away two days ago." Oh
"How did he die?" Guess I'll run with it
"He had AIDS."
"How did he get that?" Get her trust
"Thats none of your buisness." Brass stayed silent. It was one of the best ways to get someone to talk, get them tofill in the silence. Claire however was well aware of the tactic, she challenged his silence with her own. Brass broke first.
"Okay le'me guess. You get infected. You get pregnant, you have the baby and discover somewhere along the line that he has HIV." Ah damn! Not gonna get her trust now
"He didn't get it from me."
"Hemophilia?" I think I'm on a tangent
"All blood products are screened these days, but no he doesn't have hemophilia."
"I don't know...he stepped on a needle!" Ok I'm done with this topic
"He didn't step on it." Or not
"But it was a needle."
"Yes."
"But he didn't step on it." Greiving mother...maybe I can get her trust...
"No."
"Dirty needle at a vaccination?"
"Doctors only use needles once Detective I'm sure you know that." Your losing it old man
"Where did the needle come from." Speak softly don't piss her off
"Sara. She was using Methamphetamine." Well...
"She got an infected needle?"
"All her needles were infected after she used them." Jesus
"So what, your son was playing with one..." This can't be good
"No. She was very carefull with them." Carefull junkie. Thats a new one
"So how did it happen."
"Mike. A friend of Sara's, made a few enemies one night, tried to hide in our house, but they followed him, got angry, thought Joey was Mike's son and got revenge."
"With one of Sara's old needles?"
"Yeah but he filled it with her blood first." Leave it to shrinks to know how to shock you
"Do you know who these guys were?"
"No. Addicts. Mike was a dealer. Still might be. I don't know."
"You ever seen them again?" All three men were known drug offenders. Possible motive
"No." I don't think I'm getting any more out of her tonight
"Decetctive Brass." The voice belonged to a young cop with a file in his hand. He handed it to the detectiveand left. Brass opened the file and read over the new information. Then he felt a little sick.
"Okay let me get a few things straight," He kept his voice calm and steady. Bad time to lose her. "Sara Sidle is your ex-girlfriend right?"
"Yes."
"This report states that there were a few domestic incidents at your residence in SanFransisco several years back."
"Yes there were."
"Did you hurt Sara." If you say yes...
"Haha. No I never hurt Sara." Wife beaters...always liars...hang on...
"Did she hurt you?" Please say no
"Yes." Ah shit