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Chapter Seven: A good Witness is a Dead Witness

In the previous night's excitement, Sara had forgotten all about her neighbor, Mr. Morris, whom Mrs. Grant had said had been out in the garden all night. So, she went with Brass to ask him a few questions, while the others tried to figure out the location of the girls.

After two solid minutes of knocking, without an answer, Sara began to get a bit suspicious. His car was in the driveway, and his dog wasn't in the yard, like it usually was when he was gone.

"Mr. Morris!" she called, "Mr. Morris are you home?!"

Both she and Brass pounded on the door. Still they got no answer. Worried, Sara walked around to the fence gate, opened it, and whistled for the dog. She heard barking come from inside. She walked back around to the front, and looked at Brass.

"Permission to or not, I'm going in there," she said, plainly.

"I won't tell anyone if you won't," Brass replied.

Sara gave him a quick smirk, and turned the doorknob. The door opened easily. No locks, nothing. She stepped in, "Mr. Morris? Are you here?" There was a growl from the left, and a vicious sounding bark. Sara saw Mr. Morris' rottweiler-german shepard mix, and it's four puppies. The adult's hackles were raised, and it was snarling at Sara and Brass.

"Good dog," said Sara, trying desperately to remember the dog's name... She was sure Summer had told her at one point, as she was always over, playing with the puppies, "Ummm.. Good dog, good Candy." The dog's ears pricked, at the sound of her name. Sara knelt down, "Come here, girl, come here." The dog hesitated, but eventually came to Sara, stiff, ready to bolt. The puppies were staying right where they were.

"Um, Brass, would you keep her occupied for a minute?" Sara asked, standing up. Brass nodded, and Sara stepped around the dog, and went further into the house. In the hallway, past the frightened pups, were shattered picture frames, that hung on the wall. And at the end of the hall was the body of Charles Morris, his throat slashed. Once Sara got closer, she peeked around the corner, and saw three other bodies. They were the same men from the photo that had been with the perp's last note...

"Brass! We got four bodies in here! Call PD!"

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Nick, and Grissom were on the scene in a flash. According to Nick, everyone else had wanted to come, as well, but they'd doubted there'd be enough room.

"So, David, what's our TOD?" Sara asked, after the coroner had taken all the liver temps.

"Well, your three thugs died at approximetely eleven PM... Mr. Morris here died at around one or two AM. As for COD, well, you'll have to ask Doc Robbins about that."

"Well," said Sara as the bodies were taken out of the house, "You reckon he made a mistake this time?"

"One can only hope," said Brass, "I'll let you guys get to work."

"Okay," said Nick, "I understand the three baddies, but why the old man?"

"The old man," said Grissom, "Was a witness..."

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Sara went back to the lab, too see what Doc Robbins' verdict was, while Nick, and Grissom stayed behind to process the scene.

"Well, I've found your CODs," said the doctor, as Sara looked down at the four bodies. "Thug number one, who happens to be Jackson Mercer, found an ID on him, died of blunt force trauma. The wound on the top of his head suggests that he was sitting down when he was hit, or his attacker was up on something. Looks like he was give quite a few good whacks before the killing blow though. He's covered in bruises."

"What about this guy?" she pointed to the next in line.

"this one is Micheal Talling. His death was a gunshot wound to the back of the neck. Bullet was buried in his spinal cord, I already sent it to ballistics. Also, his left hand is swollen, from this wound, between the thumb and forefinger. Looks like a bite mark. Whoever took a chunk out of this guy meant business. "

"That's my girl..." Sara said to herself. The doc heard her.

"You know who bit him?"

"Yeah, my daughter did... We found Beth last night, she told us everything that went on."

"ah... anyway, Guy number three is Kasey Edwards, he died of strangulation. Didn't seem to be any prints on his throat, sorry. But I did find bruising on his shoulders, which indicates that someone had their knees on him while he was being strangled... In addition to all of their serious injuries, all of them have scratches that look like they were caused by finger nails. Another of the girls?"

"Beth most likely. What about Mr. Morris?"

"His heart burst," said Doc Robbins, "It seems it was weak already... but he had to've seen something that really messed with him if his heart just popped like that."

"Do you think seeing someone dragging three bodies into your house, after you've seen him before, taking a little girl would be enough?"

"It might."

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"Hey, Griss," said Nick, "I found where the guy got in."

One of the windows in the sitting room was shattered. There was a muddy boot print below the window, and mud smeared on the rug, as if the guy had tried to wipe it off. He dusted the window sill for prints, and came up with a few. Grissom wasn't listening to Nick though. He'd just found a hair on the floor, that didn't look like it belonged to any of the bodies.

"Got a hair in here that doesn't belong, Nicky," said Grissom, "What do you think? Does our killer have strawberry-blonde hair?"

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"The hair is not a match to the blood we found before," said Greg, it belongs to someone else... I've got Hodges working on that now, but the fingerprints match the ones found in Summer's room. DNA confirms that the three guys you found in addition to your now dead witness are the ones who raped Beth..."

"How long till you get a match on that hair?" Warrick asked.

"Ask Hodges," Greg told him.

It was Nick that went to talk to Hodges, instead of Warrick, however.

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"Hey, Hodges, how long till we get a match on that hair?"

"Do I look like I can tell the future?" said Hodges, rather rudely, "When I know, I'll tell you, okay?"

"You know, you might consider being a bit nicer, Hodges... None of us are in the greatest mood, and you keep up your attitude, you're likely to piss off the wrong person."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Hodges, "Now please, go away."

Nick shook his head, and left. That man was going to get himself fired one of these days.

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"Hey, Sara!" said Bobby, catching up with the woman.

"Yeah, Bobby?"

"I checked out that bullet, from one of your bad guys, and it's a match to the bullets found out in the desert."

"Thanks," said Sara, with a smile.

"Oh, and Brass said that he found a survelliance camera in the newest scene..."

Sara was off down the hall before Bobby even halfway finished his sentence, "Thanks again!" she called over her shoulder.

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The tape from the camera happened to have been in the wrong place, but in the right place, at the same time. They were able to see some of what had gone on, but not all of it. In the corner of the screen, they could see the bodies being drug into the room where they'd been found. Then the perp walked down the hall. and towards the front door, but imediately turned towards the living room instead. A few minutes later, he came back into veiw, dragging the body of Mr. Morris.

The dog, Candy, wasn't far behind, but she hadn't stood much of a chance against the man. One good kick to the shoulder, and she didn't try to go after him again.

After placing the body, the man simply walked out the front door. That was art 1:45 am... The chances of anyone having seen him were slim to none. In fact it would have been quite the miracle if anyone had.

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NOTICE: The next chap. has been written to be sad... Maybe even a tear-jerker... We'll have to see. :p