AN:Reviews are always welcome. Enjoy the chapter. The two next chapters are going to be full of answers
Chapter 15 – Funeral
"I thought you could make miracles." Sara said to Archie who was trying to access to Carl Roth's phone records.
"I can make miracles, but not with things that have been erased" He said taking the cellular in his hand.
"So you can't extract anything from the phone" It was more a statement than a question to Archie.
The Lab tech was frustrated. He had tried to extract all the information from the phone, but somebody managed to erase all registries, entries calls, outgoings calls, text messages, everything.
"I'm sorry Sara" He said with a defeated voice.
She put a hand on his shoulder "Don't worry about that, we still can ask for a warrant and take the PSP records"
Heading to Catherine's office, she took her phone and called Brass to ask for a warrant. When she arrived at Catherine's office she saw the door open. She entered and closed her phone.
"Hi" She said to the blonde woman who was seated in a chair taping on her laptop.
"Hi" Catherine said without looking at her. "Did you get something from the phone?"
"No. Archie said that someone erased all the information. I asked Brass to get a warrant to see all the phone calls he made. I think that if he knew that girl Ann described, they would have some kind of connection. Maybe he called her sometime."
Catherine reclined in her chair. "So we are back to square one. Let's hope Wendy will have something when we return from paying a visit to Father Silecio"
"Are you ready to leave?" Sara asked to Catherine
"Yeah, give me minute and I'll be ready"
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the car" Sara said leaving Catherine alone in her office.
Sara was waiting in the car for Catherine, when she spotted her heading to where she was, talking agitatedly over the phone. She took her time to study her and admired her. Catherine was a beautiful woman, prove of that was all the looks that men glance at her at every turn. She had something that made you want to be close to her, to touch her, but at the same time to keep a distance. She used her body language as a weapon to attract people to her. She could turn on a man in a matter of seconds, and not only men. Sara thought to herself that Catherine Willows used her sexuality as a double-edge weapon. She told her once, but that brought them to a fight. That was also because at the time she hadn't put the form in her comment, she had been less than diplomatic to say the least. She was sick of arguing with her, she cared for the woman more than she ever let her know.
She watched her closely as she made her way to the car, swinging her hips. She watched her legs, firm legs. Her walk was decided but at the same time very feminine. She was wearing sunglasses that hide her beautiful blue eyes. Sara was always lost in those eyes.
When Catherine reached the car, Sara snapped her head to the front, and started the engine. Catherine was still talking over her phone.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it right now, Lindsey" She said firmly.
Sara started to drive off from the parking lot.
"I said NO and that's my final response!" There was a pause and Sara glace at Catherine, just in time to see her put a stray lock of her blonde hair right behind her ear. "I don't care what other parents do with their children. I'm your mother and I said NO"
After a moment of listening to her daughter, Catherine was going to lose her temper. "I'll talk to you later, but what I said still remains" She closed her phone and sighed.
Sara kept focusing on the driving. For her part, Catherine had slid her sunglasses over her eyes and was watching the traffic of Las Vegas, her head resting in her hand.
"Are you okay?"
There was silence, until Sara tried again. She took the opportunity of a red light to turn to her co-worker.
"Cath" Sara put a hand on Catherine's arm to attract her attention. She turned her head and Sara could see hurt and sorrow in her eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked gentle
"Yeah, don't worry"
"If I'm not worried about you, who's gonna look after you?" She said with a wink, turning her attention to the road and putting the hand that had been resting in Catherine's arm on the steering wheel.
Catherine looked at her surprised. Sara had a shadow of a smile on her lips. Catherine could observe that she had strong arms, not the strong ones where every muscle was marked, but the gentle, fibrous. She watched her a few moments. She wander how was to feel be in those arms, because right now she needed some comfort.
"And who's looking after you?" She asked. Her voice was just above a whisper.
Sara smiled, one of her grin smiles, almost shy, mysterious. She didn't respond to Catherine's question.
After a long pause, Catherine gave up and turned her face to the road. They were almost at the direction that Owen Wilson gave her.
Sara turned the car to the right heading Smoke Ranch Rd. and parked in front of the church. There were a few people outside. Most of them were young people, ages between twenty and thirty-five. Each one of them had their scuba materials, piled up near a van.
Catherine and Sara step out of the SUV, and headed to the group.
"Excuse me" Catherine said to the group. A man in his thirties turned to her and smile.
"Hello" He said looking at her from toes to head "What can I do for you sunshine?"
Catherine smiled to him. "We are looking for Father Silecio. Do you know where we can find him?"
"He is at the church saying a funeral." He said still smiling to Catherine and checking her over.
"Who died?" Sara asked turning the attention of the man to her.
"Sabina Kitsch, one of the volunteers of the church" He said still glancing at Catherine.
"Did you know her?" Catherine asked.
"Not too much. She was a good girl, but we weren't closer, if you know what I mean." He said arching her eye browns, his smile never fading away.
"What happened to her?" Catherine asked.
"Car accident" His face turned serious. "She collide with a wall. Police thinks that maybe she lost control of the car"
"Thank you, Mr…."
"Gordon, Ron Gordon" He said rising his hand in a greeting way. "and what's yours, pretty ladies?"
"Crime Lab" Sara said to him flatly "Now if you'll excuse us" She said passing through him and heading to the entrance of the church.
Catherine was watching her like she had two heads. She left Ron Gordon behind and followed Sara, but first she apologized to Mr. Gordon with her best smile. Once she was at Sara's level she grasped Sara's arm.
"What's wrong with you?" She demanded. She didn't understand the change of mood in Sara.
"Nothing is wrong with me" Sara said to her, pulling apart.
"And what was that about?"
"How can you flirt with him in the middle of an investigation?"
"What? I didn't flirt with him, I was polite"
"Yeah, whatever." She said entering in the church.
The Church was nothing like Vegas. There was no neon bars, neither showy signs. It was very austere and simple. There was silence when they entered. A few people turned their heads towards them, but rapidly they turned back to the altar. Most of them where in deep thought. They were silently praying for the girl who had died. Catherine and Sara took a seat at the end of the church and waited for the end of the funeral. At the presbytery, there was a coffin, just in front of the altar. Next to that coffin, there was a photograph, but neither Catherine nor Sara couldn't see the figure that was represented there.
Catherine and Sara took the opportunity to watch the people that were congregate. They were together at the front. Everyone had their heads nearly touching their chest, some of them were moving their lips, saying a silent prayer. At the end of the church, near the lectern, seated in a chair, was Father Silecio. Catherine recognized him from the photograph at Owen Wilson's house.
After a few moments of intense silence, Father Silecio stood up and approached to the lectern. His pose was stoic. He had a powerful presence. His movements were slow, taking his time, to open the book that was lying on the lectern. He scrutinized the people that were in front of him. He had a charisma that a few people had.
When he spoke, his voice was so powerful that made Catherine arched her spine. She turned to Sara. She was frowning in concentration and her lips were a thin line. Both women sensed a chill run their spine when their ears picked up at the words that father Silecio pronounced.
"Our bodies are prisons for our souls"
TBC
AN: Sorry for let you with a cliffhanger. I couldn't avoid it and it was time to do it ;-)