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Chapter 7: Beer Bottles

The Forensics team was all over Brian Locke's house, inside and out, dusting for fingerprints, checking for shoe imprints, taking photographs, etc. A couple of cops were speaking with the neighbors to see if they had seen or heard anything. They were doing what they had to do to find the killer.

Detective Ryan was standing just outside the front door with Kendra. "So, Ms. Stone, you just happened to find Locke's body?"

"Yes." Kendra replied. "What you're not going to take me to the station?" She said with disdain.

"Depends what you have to say. Why were you at Locke's home?" Detective Ryan asked, suspicion reflecting in his eyes.

"I came to speak with him." Kendra answered simply.

"About what?"

Kendra sighed. "I wanted to ask him if he knew of anyone who wanted to kill Cutler and Flemming. But I kinda didn't get the chance to ask that question. Are we done now?"

Detective Ryan took in a sharp breath and frowned. "Fine. But…"

"…don't leave town. Yeah, yeah. I know." Kendra interrupted, turned and headed to her car. She could feel his eyes trying to burn a hole through her which caused a smile to tug at the corners of her lips as she got into her car and drove off.

Detective Ryan muttered under his breath. "Hey, Detective. I think we have something here." Ryan turned to look at the man with the word FORENSICS imprinted on his jacket. "What do you got Perkins?"

"Well. We found two beer bottles in the sink." Perkins said. Ryan just blinked. "There are two different sets of fingerprints." Perkins clarified.

Ryan frowned and the features of his face narrowed in thought. "Good. Send those fingerprints through the system. Also, have the ME do a tox screen. I want a rush on all of this." Ryan ordered. Perkins nodded his head and went back inside the house. Ryan sighed and looked at the few stars that were tiny dots on the black sky.

"Good morning, Mr. Baxter." Kim said pleasantly to the dark haired man in his mid-forties. "I'll let them know you are here." Kim stood up from her desk and went to the closed door of the two PIs office. She knocked twice and when she heard Trent say, "Come in," she opened the door just enough to allow her head in.

"Mr. Baxter is here." Kim told the two men.

"Okay. Thanks Kim. Send him in." Trent said.

Kim removed her head from the office and stepped back. "Okay Mr. Baxter. They are ready for you." She held the door open for Mr. Baxter and as he entered the office and sat in a chair, she shut the door and returned to her desk.

"Good morning, gentlemen. What did you find out about Lynn?" Mr. Baxter asked as he clasped his hands together almost as though he was going to pray.

"Well, Mr. Baxter. We followed your wife last night. She went to the club, The Olive and she spoke with this man." Carlos said as showed him the picture he had taken of Mrs. Baxter and Miguel Fitzgerald.

"I have never seen that man before. Who is he?" Mr. Baxter asked with a mixture of jealously, concern and curiosity.

"His name is Miguel Fitzgerald." Trent explained as he gave Carlos a questioning look, and Carlos nodded his head. "He's into money laundering and drugs."

Mr. Baxter's face went from shock to anger. "My wife would never be involved with anything like that."

"Mr. Baxter, we witnessed your wife going into the company and coming out with a briefcase. Then, we followed her to the club, where she met with that man." Trent said and pointed to the picture, the briefcase could be seen between Mrs. Baxter and Fitzgerald.

Mr. Baxter sighed and put his head in his hands in defeat. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, if money is being stolen for drugs or if money is being laundered through the company, then there will be discrepancies in the books." Trent said.

"You probably should have an accountant you trust to look at them." Carlos suggested. "And we will help with whatever if discovered."

Mr. Baxter nodded his head. "Thank you for…everything. I have to go to a meeting." He stood up and the two PIs rose to shake his hand. "Goodbye."

"I feel sorry for Baxter." Carlos said after the man had left.

"Yeah." Trent agreed.

Kim came into their office and sat down. "Ok. I found out some interesting information about Claire Wesson."

"What did you find out?" Carlos asked.

"She dropped out of school three months after the assault. Then about a month after the case was dismissed, she just disappeared." Kim cleared her throat and continued. "There are no credit cards in her name or property or a car or even a tax return. She just vanished without a trace."

"Were there any missing reports filed? Anything in the newspaper about her disappearance?" Carlos asked.

"Nope." Kim answered with a shake of her head.

"What about family? Did you try and get a hold of them?" Trent asked rubbing his chin in thought.

"Her mother passed away a few years ago and her father left when she was young." Kim shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

"So, Claire Wesson could be the killer or she could be dead." Carlos said.

"How did the killer get your watch?" Kim asked, the question had been in her mind for a while, but had forgotten to bring the subject up with the two PIs.

"Okay. I believe the killer had to have gotten my watch after my karate class while everyone was leaving." Trent said.

"So, it could be someone who is taking your class." Carlos reasoned. "I don't think the killer would have broken into the dojo just to steal your watch and place it at the scene of the crime but did the killer take it because he had the opportunity or was it planned? Also, the killer must have known about the fight or that we had seen Flemming, probably both to have Ryan see us as suspects."

"We probably should check the locks at the dojo and see if there was any forced entry. Just in case." Trent said. "See what else you can get on Claire Wesson. Can you get a picture of her?"

"Yeah. I'll get on it." Kim said and then returned to her desk. She bit the corner of her lip in thought as she went to work to find out more about Claire Wesson. Kendra knew that Trent and Carlos were going to see Flemming. Maybe Kendra is Claire Wesson and she is trying to set Trent up to take the fall. She decided to find out more about Kendra Stone.

Kendra walked in the door, unnoticed by Butch who was busy filling mugs of beer, and went to find an empty seat. She was able to grab one all the way in the back. She sighed as she sat down.

"Hey, you feeling alright Kendra?" asked the brown-haired waitress that came the table.

"Yeah. I'm fine Katelyn." Kendra forced a smile on her lips.

"Ok. Oh. Thanks for taking that shift for me." Katelyn smiled.

"Uh. Actually I didn't get to do that shift. I think Phoebe took it." Kendra explained.

"Oh. Well, I'll have to thank her then." Katelyn said.

"Yeah. I'll have a beer and some chicken wings. Busy this afternoon." Kendra commented.

"Yeah. Well it is Friday." Katelyn replied. "I'll be right back with your beer."

"Thanks." Kendra bit the bottom of her lip in thought. Cutler, Flemming and Locke are all dead. I wonder who Detective Ryan thinks is the murderer? Kendra's thoughts were interrupted when Katelyn brought her beer. Kendra nodded her head in thanks as Katelyn gave her a smile and left. Kendra nursed her beer as she formed a time line in her head.

The Dallas PD was colder than a frothy beer due to the air conditioning system that worked a little too well. The desks were arranged in rows and the higher rank you were, the closer you were to the windows.

"Detective, I have a hit on the fingerprints." Perkins said excitedly as he came to stand before Ryan's desk.

"Well, spit it out, Perkins. I don't have all night."

"Well, on one of the bottles, the fingerprints belong to Brian Locke. On the second bottle, the fingerprints belong to Carlos Sandoval."

Kim couldn't stop herself as she crept around Butch's desk. It was Friday night, so Butch had his hands full and hadn't seen her as she slipped into his office.

Kendra had reason to kill those men and had the opportunity to try and frame Trent, Kim thought, trying to remind her guilty conscience why she was invading Butch's office. She walked up to the file cabinet keeping alert to any indications that Butch was going to come into the office. She turned on her pen light and slowly and soundlessly opened the drawer. Her fingers flipped the through the folders until she got to the one that read, 'Stone, Kendra' and pulled it out.

Her head perked up and she shut off the light as she heard footsteps just outside the office door. Breathing a sigh of relief after the footsteps faded away, she turned on her light and looked at the file. She wrote down the information she wanted, and returned the file to the cabinet. She quietly closed the drawer, shut off her light and left the office without Butch seeing her.

guardianM3: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please keep reviewing and reading. Does anyone know if Trent has a motorcycle? I swear I saw him riding one in an episode. If you know, please put it in a review. I want to use that information sometime.