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Chapter 3

Grissom was quiet on the car ride to the Adams'. He was thinking of Sara. She meant the world to him. It had taken them too long to admit their feelings and act on them. He wanted to make her a romantic dinner tonight and suggest they go away for a weekend. It would be hard to pull off but it would be worth it. He listened to Sara and Nick as they argued over the basketball game from the previous night. Just before things got too heated, Sara pulled the car up to the Adams' house.

Halfway up the driveway, David Adams opened the door and asked, "Well? Is the girl in the desert my Lissa?"

"I have my guys on it. As soon as we know something, we'll let you know." Grissom said. "Right now we need to ask you and Mrs. Adams a few questions."

"Fine. Come inside. Rachel's in Lissa's room." They followed Adams inside and found his wife, Rachel, crying quietly on Lissa's bed. She was clutching a worn out teddy bear. When they entered the room, she looked up with a tear-streaked face. "Well, did you find her?" she asked.

"They're not sure yet." Adams told her.

"We'd like to ask you a few more questions about the day Lissa disappeared." Sara said.

"I'm tired of answering your damn questions!" Rachel snapped. "Why haven't you found her yet?"

"We understand how you feel, Mrs. Adams. We just want to be sure we know everything that happened before the girls took a study break." Nick said.

"How long were they studying when they left?" Grissom asked.

"About an hour and thirty minutes." Adams said.

"Did they tell you where they were they were going?" Sara asked.

"No," Rachel said. "We fought the night before."

"What about?" Nick asked.

"We just found out she'd been having an affair with her boss." David said.

Grissom felt his heart rate quicken. He tried not to look at Sara for fear of someone finding the connection. Oblivious to Grissom's sudden awkwardness, Nick asked where Lissa worked. "She's a waitress at Ma Petite Amie." Rachel answered. "Her boss is Clark Matthews."

Grissom opened his mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by his cell phone. "Grissom," he said into his phone. "It's Catherine. We made a positive id to the Vic. We matched a butterfly shaped birthmark behind her right knee to Lissa. She's on her way to the coroner's. And the hospital called, Lizzie's awake. I told them you'd be there."

"I'm on it." he said and hung up his phone. The Adams was looking at him expectantly. "I'm so sorry" he said. Rachel let out a low guttural sound that was akin to an injured animal. She began to cry uncontrollably. David turned white. "I want to see her." he said.

"Of course. Sara go with the Adams' to the Coroner's." Grissom said. "Nick. You're going with me to the hospital. Lizzie's awake."

They headed for the cars parked in the driveway. Adams stopped Grissom as he got in the car. "Find Matthew." he said. "He's the one that did this." Grissom didn't say anything as he got behind the wheel.

When they arrived at the hospital, Lizzie's nurse informed them that she had suffered a broken leg, broken ribs, and a mild concussion. She had developed a staph infection while she was unconscious. She would allow them fifteen minutes to question Lizzie.

They entered her room and found her quietly watching TV. Grissom noted her injuries. She was pale from the infection. Surprisingly, the McKeens weren't in the room. He figured her parents had been keeping a steady vigil over her and had gone for food after spending a sufficient amount of time with their daughter.

"Hello, Lizzie, I'm Nick Stokes. This is Gil Grissom. We're from the crime lab. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the day of the accident."

"Why did you leave?" Grissom asked.

"We were going on a study break." she answered.

"Where were you going?" Nick queried.

She didn't say anything.

"Lizzie, we need to know everything that happened. Lissa's been killed." Grissom told her.

She began to cry. "We were going to a free clinic in Summerland. We wanted to be sure no one would recognize her. She called me, crying, and asked me to come over. I told her mother we were studying as a cover. Lissa told me about her fight with her parents."

"Did you know about Clark?" Grissom asked.

"Yes. I tried telling her it was a bad idea to get involved with a married man, but she wouldn't listen. She could be so stubborn." She paused, took a few ragged breaths and a sip of water. "She was pregnant," she continued. "She had told Clark about it and he went berserk. He told her that if she didn't get rid of the baby he would stop seeing her. Lissa thought she was in love and she didn't want to lose Clark. So we were going to the clinic so she could get an abortion."

"What happened on the road?" Nick asked.

"We were on our way to the clinic when this ass started nudging my car. Then they cut us off and we flew down a hill."

"Did you notice what kind of car it was?" Grissom asked. "All I know is it was a black SUV. Maybe dark blue. The last thing I remember seeing was that woman from the SUV grabbing Lissa."

"What's going on in here?" a man's voice boomed. Grissom turned around to see Undersheriff McKeen and his wife standing in the doorway.

"We were just asking Lizzie a few questions about the day of the accident and Lissa's death." Nick told them.

"Well, Lizzie's done answering questions. Leave, now." McKeen said.

"If we have more questions, we'll be back." Grissom told him. They left the hospital and got back in their car.

"Where do we go from here?" Nick asked.

"We find Matthews."