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Well, here's the next chapter. You can thank the Reviews that came from Leona, who inspired me to update. So please, review. It gets the creative juices flowing and all that.
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Iron Angel 420.
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In the Police Department, Grissom and Griffin watched from the observation booth as a skinny, dark haired kid was ushered into the interrogation room along with his mother. Brass told them he would be right with them and then exited the interrogation room and entered the observation booth.
"Caleb Stewart. Twelve years old, claims he saw a dark BMW speeding away from the Barett residence at around about 09:30 p.m." said Brass to Grissom and Griffin.
"Why is he only coming forward now?" asked Grissom.
"Kid didn't think much of it at the time, and then he was scared to come forward. He finally told his mom and she brought him down," Brass shrugged. "You gonna sit in with me?"
Grissom shook his head and said, "No, I want Griffin to sit in."
Brass frowned and looked at the young woman dressed in black, then back at Grissom and said, clearly not liking the idea, "Grissom , she's barely older than that kid in there. She shouldn't even be here."
Griffin showed no emotion to the statement. She seemed to be used to such comments, she just stood next to Grissom with her arms folded over her chest. Grissom looked at the young woman next to him and then he turned back to Brass and said in a firm voice, "Griffin will sit in with you."
Brass sighed and just shook his head. Grissom turned back to Griffin and looked her in the eyes. Griffin looked back, but to Grissom it seemed as if she wasn't looking into his eyes more at him, as if she were reading something. After a moment her eyes refocused and she slipped off her black coat and threw it over a chair. On her right hip was a holstered gun; a Glock nineteen.
Griffin and Brass left the observation booth and entered the interrogation room.
"Thank you, again, for coming, Mrs. Stewart," said Brass taking a seat in front of the kid and his mother, "We will try and get this over as fast as possible."
Griffin took a place up against the wall where she had an unobstructed view of the boy. She crossed her arms and propped one foot up behind her and against the wall. Mrs. Stewart nodded her head and placed her arm around her son.
"Hi, there, Caleb, I'm Captain James Brass," said Brass addressing the boy, "Can you tell me what you saw last night?"
Caleb looked at his mother and she nodded at him. Turning back to Brass he swallowed and said, "I was at my window looking at the stars through my telescope. I wasn't supposed to be up; my bed time is at 08:30, but I couldn't sleep.
"It was around 09:30 when I saw this car pull up in front of the Barett's house and this guy got out and knocked on the door. I lost interest and went back to watching the stars. About fifteen minutes later, I heard the door slam again and I looked down. The next thing I saw was the car screeching off down the street."
"That's very good, Caleb. Tell me, can you remember what type of car it was?" asked Brass.
"Yes, sir, it was a dark BMW X5, 2009 model," said Caleb.
"Are you positive, Caleb?" asked Brass sceptically.
"Yes, sir; not only do I like stars, I'm also into cars," said Caleb.
"That's my son; a boy of many talents," said Mrs. Stewart affectionately.
"Well thank you, Caleb," said Brass standing up, "You have been a very big help."
With that he and Griffin accompanied mother and son out of the room.
Back in the observation room Grissom, Brass and Griffin stood in a loose triangle.
"So," said Brass to Grissom, "What do you think?"
Grissom turned to Griffin and raised an eyebrow. Griffin looked at him and said, "The kid's telling the truth."
Grissom nodded and turned back to Brass, "Nick identified the tyre tracks as common to several cars; and," Grissom pulled out the folded sheet of paper from his pants pocket, unfolded it and scanned through it, "A BMW X5, 2009 model... is on that list."
"Okay, so we have a reliable witness?" asked Brass.
"Maybe. People lie, so let's focus on what doesn't...the evidence," said Grissom. "Griffin, I want you to follow up on those sex offenders."
"Okay, I'm coordinating with Detective Nathan Forbes. I'll give him a call and get back to you," Griffin left the room her phone already at her ear.
"Hey, Grissom?"
Grissom looked back at Brass.
"She's just a kid. Why did you let her in the interrogation?"
"Because there is more to this girl than meets the eye. Despite her age she's not a kid. This girl has been through something that has aged her, not physically, but mentally. She is no more a kid than you and I are."
Grissom's phone vibrated and he fished it out of his pocket. He checked the caller identification: Sara. Grissom's heart did a tiny flip, the way it always did when he was about to talk to Sara. He flicked the phone open and answered, "Yeah, Sara, what's up?"
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"Detective Forbes? Griffin Bauer from the Crime Lab," said Griffin into her phone. She had found a quiet corner in the Police Department to make her call.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Bauer," said a deep voice, "You calling about your sex offenders?"
"Yes, sir, I am. Have you made any progress?"
" I have. I gathered some case files on them and I was just going through them when you called," said Forbes.
"Great, could you have copies sent over to CSI?" asked Griffin.
"Sure when did you need them by?"
"Yesterday."
Forbes laughed and said, "I'll bring them over personally."
"I'd appreciate it," said Griffin and ended the call.
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"Ms. Bauer?"
Griffin looked up from the photos of the crime scene she was looking at and towards the door of the layout room where the voice had originated. "Detective Forbes?"
"Nathan, please," said the man entering the layout room. He was a tall, handsome man in his early thirties with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Griffin. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person," said Griffin shaking the detective's hand.
"Likewise," said the detective. He then threw a stack of files onto the table and said, "Here are the files you wanted."
Griffin picked up the top file and flipped it open.
"Seven paedophiles, living in a three mile radius of your missing girl's house," said Nathan, "Kevin Hamilton, Jerry Stables, Logan Field, Irvin Bleak, Jacob Harris, Michael Dawson, and Frank Peters.
"The ones that popped out were Frank Peters, Logan Field and Michael Dawson."
The file Griffin was holding was Logan Field's. She read it out aloud, "Logan Field, age thirty-five. He was arrested for the attempted rape of a twelve year old boy. Pleaded guilty and cut a deal. Served five years in prison; got out a year ago, he's still on parole...Well, we can exonerate him."
"How so?" asked Forbes.
Griffin pointed to the file and said, "He prefers adolescent boys, not young girls."
"Oh," said Forbes.
Griffin picked up the next file and read from that one, "Frank Peters; fifty-four years old. He raped his four year old granddaughter. He served fifteen years in a maximum security prison. He's an environmental offender...situational. So we can rule him out."
"Environmental offender?" asked Forbes.
"He only rapes members of his own family," stated Griffin still looking down at the file. Griffin saw from the corner of her eye the disgusted look on the detective's face. She picked up the last file.
"Michael Dawson, age thirty-nine. Raped and murdered a seven year old girl. He was sentenced to twenty-five years, but he only served fifteen before he got out on parole...Damn, I hope this isn't our guy," said Griffin.
"Why not?" asked the detective.
"He's a mysoped, an aggressive paedophile. Some of his pleasures are derived from physical violence. He likes to molest, then beat, and sometimes kill his victims," said Griffin.
"Then let's hope he isn't our guy, and if he is let's catch the sick bastard before he hurts that little girl," said Forbes putting his hands in his pockets.
"Let's bring Dawson in, I want to get a read on this guy," said Griffin snapping the file closed and throwing it onto the table.
"Okay, I'll round him up and bring him in."
Hoped you enjoyed that. Please Review, because in the next chapter Griffin and Sara will have another encounter, and maybe, just maybe, there will be some light shed on their relationship. No promises though ;).
IronAngel 420.