"Jordan, that manager of the hotel where Ms. Gonzales was murdered just brought this in," Bug said holding up a belt as Jordan entered the room wear he was performing the autopsy on Ms. Mira Gonzales. "He said that a janitor found it in a dumpster behind the hotel. It's one of the belts that the hotel maids where. He thought it was weird that it was in there and it looks all scratched up so he checked with the maid staff and it did not belong to anyone else and since Ms. Gonzales did not have hers on when her body was discovered, he brought it to us. I've matched it to the marks on her neck. We have our murder weapon."

"Any prints on it?" Jordan asked.

"Yes there were. Nigel is running them now to see if there are any matches in the data base."

"Great! Maybe it will give us a suspect because Woody and I haven't come up with anything. No motive, no suspect…nothing." At that moment, Nigel burst into the room.

"Got four sets of prints. One belonging to the janitor who found the belt in the dumpster, another to the manager, Mr. Ludwick from when he brought it in, of course Mira Gonzales' and the last remaining prints my dear friends belong to one Hector Rodriguez. I already checked with the hotel registry. He does not work there, nor was he a registered guest."

"Rap sheet?" Jordan asked, to which Nigel smiled.

"Check that too, love. Rodriguez has a rap sheet a mile long. Robbery, assaults, domestic abuse, you name it, he's done it."

"Might get to add murder to that." Bug added as Jordan's cell phone rang.

"Now we just need to determine who this Rodriguez fella was to Mira Gonzales." Nigel stated as Jordan answered her cell phone. A few short moments later, she hung up and looked at her co-workers.

"I have your answer, Nige."

xxx

"Hey dad, how's your first day back going?" the voice belonging to Abby Macy asked. A smile crept onto Garret Macy's face. He loved having her back in his life again.

"Hey, Abby. It's not so bad. I'm so behind on a lot of work, but Kate held down the fort pretty well in my absence. How are your classes going?" he asked his daughter.

"Better than I thought, actually. I'm really enjoying the psychology classes I have, especially adolescent psych. This may sound crazy since I have never really been in to this whole school thing, but I'm thinking that I just might want to do something in the psychology field." Garret's smile grew wider. Was that his daughter he was hearing actually planning for her future? The same daughter who only a year before had problems with drugs and was caught up in that whole murder case?

"That sounds great, Abby. I'm glad you are enjoying it," he said, not wanting to get too excited to soon as Abby has never been one to stick with anything for very long. "I just hope you enjoy it enough to stick around because I love having you home."

"Don't worry about that dad. I almost lost you with that plane crash. I'm not going anywhere. I haven't done much to make you proud of me but I want to change that. I want to make you proud of me." She said. Tears threatened Macy's eyes.

"I am proud of you Abby. You have had a lot to deal with in your life and look at where you are now? I couldn't ask for more." A few minutes later, Garret Macy hung up the phone, feeling better than he had in ages, both inside and out. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn't alone in the room.

"So you and Abby are at a good place right now?" Lily Lewboski asked. Garret just smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. We haven't had many moments like this. It's pretty nice." He said. "It makes being a parent all worth it when you see your child doing something with their life."

"I can't even imagine that feeling. I still get thrilled when my child takes an entire bottle without spitting it all up." Lily said as Garret laughed.

"Hey, with you, Bug and Jeffrey for parents, you'll get that moment."