AN: Pole you need to watch more CSI. There's a specific episode where you could find that information. Season 5 Chapter 13 - Nesting Dolls. Sara confess to Grissom that her mother killed her father. Nothing else. The rest is my imagination.

Franz be more patient. The best is to arrive.

FloatingMoon I try my best to do it as natural as it can be. Keep reading there would be more.

And for the rest, thank you for reading. We are nearly at the end of this case, well, part of it. :-)

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Chapter 14 – What she said

Ann Polley was one of those people who frequent the strip in search of a good client. She was dressed with a short skirt and a top with a very low neckline that let you see a great part of her breasts. She had long legs covered by grill tights. Her walk was firm, swinging her hips from one side to the other. Her heels were resonating sharply through the corridors of the police station.

She had a pretty face, like a teenager who hadn't become an adult but was at one step to become it. No one could say that she was in her thirties. When she passed through the different rooms of the police station, the men turned their heads towards her, whistling and whispering sentences of approval. She only smiled seductively and, every so often, she winked at them. She knew how to captive men. She was after all a professional.

Brass was walking beside her with a poker face. He directed her to one of the interview rooms and pointed to the chair behind the table as a silent order to take a seat. She did as she was told and crossed her legs. There was a smile playing on her lips, like she found everything funny. Brass stood still and waited for Catherine and Sara to enter the room.

Catherine was the first one to come in, followed closely by Sara. Both of them took a seat in front of Ann Polley. She was looking at them waiting patiently. Her eyes traveled between the two of them, then they fixed on Brass who was now resting against the wall.

"Do you know why you are here?" It was Brass who spoke first.

"I suppose that it's for something I did" She said looking at Brass and letting her tongue wet her lips. Her voice was sensual, letting the words slip in a whisper. Brass, moved uncomfortable. His eyes fixed on the lips of the woman.

"The name of Carl Roth is familiar to you?" That sifted her attention to the blonde in front of her.

"Yes" She made a pause and her eyes went absent for a moment, like she was remembering. "We had good moments." She said playing with her red hair, her smile never fading away.

"What kind of relationship do you had?"

Her smile went wider "The kind of relationship that a woman and a man have"

"Could you elaborate?" Catherine was losing her patience.

"What? Do you want me to make a diagram? We had sex, drink some beers, and then more sex, hard sex."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"I don't know" She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Three days, maybe." She waited for the others to say something. The blonde took notes of a file on the table, meanwhile the brunette didn't stop staring her.

"What are you looking at?" She asked "Do you like what you see?" She said with a mischievous smile on her lips. Something in the eyes of the brunette made her smile fade away. Her face was a mask, her lips where a thin line, she couldn't know where the upper lip began and the bottom lip end. There was a strange calmness emanating from her.

"Why are you asking me questions about Carl? Knowing him, he had to be on a good mess" She said laughing.

"He is dead and it seems that the last person who saw him was you" Catherine said flatly. "And we found your fingerprints on a bottle of beer in his apartment"

"That's nothing unusual. Carl and I drank a beer the last time we saw." She said in her defense.

"Maybe, but what it's unusual is the fact that his bottle had an important dose of Scopolamine, the 'date rape drug'. Enough to knock him off"

Ann looked at them in disbelief. She didn't smile now, she was nervous. Something wasn't right. She thought about her possibilities of getting out of whatever happened to Carl.

"I want a lawyer" was her first response after the bomb that Catherine had dropped.

Brass moved from his spot and approached to the woman. He rested his hands on the table and looked at her on the eye.

"You can have your lawyer but it would be wiser to tell us what we want to know, so far we can talk about charging you for murder." His tone was grave leaving any option of discuss.

"What? I didn't kill anyone!" she was nervous, she was starting to loose her composure. "When I left the apartment he was in good state. She was taking care of him"

"She?" Catherine asked arching her eyebrowns. She looked at Sara who hadn't spoke a word since the beginning of the interview.

Ann fell on silence and began to bite her fingernails.

"Start talking or your going to pay for this with jail" Brass commanded her speaking louder. That made her jump.

"Okay" She sighed in surrender "He and I met three days ago at his apartment. We had a drink and sex. Before I left Carl's apartment, he received a called and a few moments later a girl knocked at the door. Carl opened and they seem like they already knew. I don't like to make trios so I took my money and left the apartment"

"You know…I like this story…to bad I don't believe you" Brass said sarcastically.

"I'm telling you the truth!" She spouted.

"So you're telling me that there was a girl, after you left the apartment"

"That's it!" She looked at the three of them "You're not gonna blame Carl's death on me!"

"What was she like?" Brass asked,

"I don't know, blonde hair with a pretty face. Green eyes. She was dressed with a t-shirt and jeans. That's all I can remember"

"We need your DNA to confirm your story or at least part of it" Catherine said taking a swab, ready to take a sample.

"Ah ah" She said shaking her head as a negative "First I want a lawyer"

"If you have nothing to hide that shouldn't be necessary" Brass said coldness.

She sighed and opened her mouth. Catherine ran the sawb through the inside of her cheek, pulled it out and closed it.

"What about the boy?" It was the first time Sara spoke. Her voice was flat. There wasn't any emotion on it. Her face was a mask.

"What boy? You mean that stupid little brat?" Ann questioned with repulsiveness.

"Yeah, that one" Sara said in a whisper trying to hide the rage that was building up.

"I don't know anything about him. When I was with Carl he stayed watching the TV with those stupid cartoons"

"You missed Carl for three days and didn't check up on him?"

"It wasn't my problem. I'm not her mother and even if I was I wouldn't care about him. He's only a snotty, that the only thing that did was disturb."

Brass and Catherine could see how Sara's face turned red with angrier. She was going to say something when Catherine spoke.

"Ok, that's enough" Directing her to Brass she added "Brass, why don't you lead Ms. Polley to a phone so she can make that call to her lawyer"

When Brass and the hooker left the room, Catherine tuned to look at Sara. She was with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at the spot left by the woman.

"What are you thinking?"

"That either she is a liar, which is a huge possibility or she is telling the truth. When I was at the apartment there wasn't any evidence of a third person"

"Neither of a boy" Catherine remarked. That won her one of Sara's cold glare.

"But now we have her DNA that we can compare to the samples on the condoms and see if there is a match" Catherine said showing her the sample.

"I'm going to see if Archie could extract something from the phone I found." Sara stood up "If he received a call it has to be in there"

TBC