Greg was in the break room, going through some files about his case. He went through everything that appeared to be impossible, he even did a background check on both his victims and Ellen's husband.

"What are you reading?" Sara went in, fixing herself a cup of coffee.

"About their lives," Greg answered.

"You find anything helpful yet?" She sat down next to him.

"No, I don't think so." He pushed the files aside to prop his elbows up on the desk and rub his face. "We're not getting anywhere."

"So, what's going on with you and Brass, anyway?" Sara asked while drinking her coffee.

Greg sighed. "He thinks I'm being naïve for believing the husband."

"Well, are you?"

"I don't think I am. The way the case is turning out it seems like I was right."

"But you didn't know that when you talked to Brass, what made you so sure he didn't do it? As far as I remember, both you and Nick were sure he did it before you found the body. What changed?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "His grief just felt real and sincere..."

Sara gave him a smile. "Don't you think that IS kind of naïve, basing your judgment about the case on a grieving husband? You should know better than that."

"I'm not a greenhorn anymore, Sara. I know people lie and I know basically anyone is capable of murder."

"Then why do I feel like I have to tell you this? Listen, I know what it's like to lose all faith in humanity. It's a dark place. It's why I quit this job years ago." She put her hand on Greg's shoulder. "But we have to keep our objectivity. It doesn't mean we shouldn't trust anyone, but we should be careful who to trust and what to believe."

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me," Greg said while getting off his chair, grabbing the files he read in and leaving the room a tad annoyed. He appreciated Sara trying to look after him, but at the same time felt that he didn't need to be looked after. They all processed the previous events rather well, but the feeling of being the victim never really disappeared.

Greg now was sitting at a light table, still reading up on the lives of the people involved with Ellen Stewart when Julian came in.

"What are you doing?" He asked, leaning over Greg's shoulder.

"Reading," Greg replied without looking up. "Are you done yet with the hairs?"

"Mhm." Julian put the report on what Greg was reading. "Hank Lloyd. You know him?"

"Uh-uh. Why is he in the system?"

"Sexual harassment..."

Greg look up to Julian. "Alright... thank you."

"Mr. Llyod, do you know Ellen Stewart?" Brass asked in a rather harsh tone.

"Never heard of her," the man said rather nervous.

"Really? Then how come we found your hair on her?" Nick asked, showing him their report.

"...Alright, I know her. We're co-workers."

"You are? She's an office assistant in a law firm and you're what, a lawyer?" Brass said, mocking him.

"I'm a mailman. She always has to sign bills of delivery."

"And the last time you delivered something you rubbed your head on her leg? Is that how your hairs got there?" Brass said, again mocking the man.

"I have no idea how they got there! I never touched her, don't believe that bitch!" Lloyd yelled.

"She didn't file a complaint, genius, she's dead!" Brass tossed pictures of her dead body on the desk in front of Lloyd.

"...Dead?" Lloyd sighed as he leaned back. "That's too bad."

"Yeah? How's that?" Brass asked.

"No, I mean, she was a nice girl, that's all. What happened to her? Do you know who did it?"

"Not yet, but I like you for it..."

"What? Wait! No! I didn't kill her!" He laughed humorlessly. "One time I come on too strong on a girl and she misinterprets it and I'm a suspect for all my life... That's how it works, huh?"

"It says in your file you broke her nose. Is that what you meant when you said you 'came on too strong'?" Nick said with an irritated look on his face.

"It wasn't like that..."

"Spare us, we've heard it all. Now come on, what did you do to Ellen Stewart?" Brass was getting impatient.

"...Alright, I flirted with her. She said she was married and that was it. But I SWEAR I didn't kill her!"

"Be more specific. Did you just flirt or did you 'come on too strong' again?"

"We, uh, were making out in the restroom. When I tried to get her pants off she said she's married and went back to work. I swear that's how it happened! Nothing else happened!"

"Yeah well let's see what our investigation's saying," Nick said while getting up.

"How did it go with Lloyd?" Sara asked while Nick was walking into the break room.

"He swears he didn't hurt her, but he also said the girl he harassed misinterpreted him breaking her nose, so..." Nick sat down exhausted. It's been a very long day and dealing with all these scumbags was just getting to him sometimes. "She rejected him, so he had a motive. And since he broke a girl's nose for rejecting him we know he's capable of hurting people."

"Does he have an alibi?"

"Well, he's been at home watching TV by himself when both Ellen and Miles were killed, does that count?" Nick laughed.

"So he had opportunity. It doesn't look good for him."

"Mhm..." Nick rubbed his tired eyes.

"Say... How are you doing lately?" Sara asked Nick when she noticed the exhaustion in his face. It's been there for weeks, but she only now noticed it.

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine, thank you." He smiled at her.

Sara gave him that kind of smile she was known for. "You're sure? You look tired. How's your hand?"

"Really, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm a little tired, but that comes with the working hours, I guess." He laughed a bit. "The hand's fine, it doesn't hurt."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" She asked, trying to dig deeper.

"What is this? Am I being interrogated now?" He laughed rather nervously. "I'm fine, I'm just having a bad week, I guess."

She touched Nick's hand, saying, "Okay, but if you need anything, I'm here," and got up and walked towards the room. "Now come on, let's tell Greg about Lloyd."

After asking Henry, Sara and Nick learned that Greg was down in autopsy.

"Don't tell me we have a new body," Sara said with fear in her voice.

"No, don't worry. But David just discovered something," Greg answered with a smile on his face.

They both looked at David, waiting for him to spill the news.

"It wasn't showing until now." With the help of Greg and Sara they rolled her.

"Looks like a footprint..." Nick took some pictures.

"I'm thinking the killer kicked her when she was already dead..." David said with a sad look on his face.

"The area around the body looked as if she might've been rolled, he probably kicked her to roll her into the grave he dug up," Greg explained.

"A heavy girl like her... It would've been impossible for one man to drag her out into the desert while she was dead. She was probably killed where you found him, right?" David said while looking at her.

"Yes, it's our primary, but we didn't find anything useful. No tire marks, no signs of a struggle, nothing," Nick answered.

"She's been lying there for days, mother nature did it's best to cover up all the evidence, I guess..." David said while writing something down and then walking out.

"What shoe size is this? 10, 11 maybe?" Sara asked the two men, looking at them.

"The husband's a 9, and Lloyd..." Greg looked in the files. "Wears size 11!"

The conviction for sexual harassment several months ago, the fact that hairs were found on the victim and that the shoe size of a footprint on the body matches his was enough for the judge to sign a warrant for Hank Lloyd's shoes. It wasn't enough for him to sign a search warrant for his home, though.

"That's some nice sneakers you got there..." Nick said with a grin on his face, while going through Lloyd's shoe collection. He only had four pairs so it didn't take long. "You probably thought it was smart not to wear your work boots to kill her, right?"

Lloyd was standing next to a police officer, nervously biting his nails.

"If these shoes are a match to the print we found on Ellen's back, you're going down for murder, my friend..." Nick held up the shoes, still grinning.