Greg entered the interrogation room. Brass was already sitting there with the Pimp, Richard Benton. He sat down next to Brass, opposite to Benton.
„What happened to your hands?" Brass asked Benton.
„What happened to his face?" He said sarcastically, looking at Greg.
„He's the last you should be worried about. These bruises look like you've been in a fight." Brass replied.
„Oh yeah, there was this guy who kept running into my fist." He said with his fist clenched, looking at Greg. „That what happened to him, too?"
Greg tried not to avoid eye contact.
„Is this the guy who... run into your fists, Dick?" Brass showed pictures of the autopsy report.
Benton leaned backwards. „I've never seen this guy." He said, gulping nervously.
„Nice ring." Greg said, looking at the silver ring Benton was wearing. It was a big ring with an interesting pattern. „I bet we'll find some blood between those rills and loops."
Benton looked nervously at his ring. „Look, okay, I beat him up real good. But he was alive when I left him! I swear!"
„You know, I find it hard to believe pimps. Even if they don't have a record yet." Brass showed him a picture of the condom they found at the crime scene. „We're running your DNA against the semen we found in that condom... It was used to rape the victim."
„Wait, what?" Benton stood up. He was angry.
Greg leaned back a bit. It was a reflex he was quite ashamed for. Brass didn't move an inch when this pimp stood up, but Greg's only thought was „Get out of here." But he stayed. He had to.
„Sit down." Brass said quite calmly.
„I didn't RAPE him!" He pounded his fist on the table.
As Greg startled, Brass looked at him. He noticed the young man was scared. Without saying a word, he indicated the officer at the door to make the pimp sit down again. He walked over to him, touching his shoulder and arm and trying to push him down to his seat.
„Don't touch me! I didn't do this and I'm not going down for it!" He shoved the officer away, dashing him against the mirror wall.
Both Brass and Greg jumped off their seats. Brass went over to the officer to help him cuff the pimp up again while Greg was just standing there, staring at what was happening. Three officers stormed in to help Brass and finally were able to cuff the pimp.
„I'm really glad this happened" Brass smirked at the pimp „You're under arrest!" He took off his ring, handing it to Greg. „You gonna be okay?"
Greg nodded, still staring at the pimp. Brass could see he was still shocked.
„I'm gonna get this to DNA quick" Greg said, leaving the room.
When Greg arrived at the DNA lab Nick was already waiting for him. „Greg, are you alright?"
„...Did you talk to Sara?" Greg's face impression changed from shocked to annoyed.
„Huh? No, you just look like... what would I talk to Sara about?"
„Nothing..." He turned to Julian „Were you able to confirm that Richard Benton raped our victim?"
Julian handed Greg the files. „It wasn't the pimp. You know, you shouldn't get ahead of the evidence, Sanders."
„Just shut up, Julian." Nick intervened, causing Greg to give him an even more annoyed look. He was not the quarrelsome type but could stand up for himself.
„This is the pimp's ring. I'm sure there must be blood in the rills from the beating." Greg replied in a calm, but slightly annoyed voice.
„Sanders, you already know he didn't rape your victim. What makes you think he beat him up?" Julian replied amused.
„Because he told us. Just do your job." Greg said, walking out of the lab, followed by Nick.
„He confessed beating our victim?" Nick was surprised.
„Yeah, but I don't think he killed him. He looked really surprised when Brass showed him the pictures. Besides, I think whoever raped him killed him." Greg said, walking down the hallway.
Nick's phone rang, They both stopped and Nick answered. „Stokes. Okay, that's great! Thanks, Brass." As he got off the phone he had a big smile on his face.
„What is it?" Greg asked.
„We have a new suspect, come on."