"He's still claiming he didn't do it," Nick said rather amused.
"Did he explain how his shoe print got on her, then?" Greg asked. They were sitting at a light table when Sara joined them.
"We got him?" She asked joyful.
"We do. He says he only helped dumping her body in the desert but didn't kill her, but he couldn't remember who it was he helped..." Nick laughed. They heard lots of weird stories from people claiming their innocence, but not remembering who they helped dump a body was an excuse they never heard before.
"Well then we'll just have to find out who killed Miles Jones. I'm still liking the husband for this." She glanced over to Greg.
He noticed the look, but acted as if he didn't.
"Well let's see. The gun and a shirt were found inside the husband's home, but somebody else must've worn that shirt. It has the victim's blood on it, though. And GSR. What does that tell us?" Nick asked.
"That whoever wore the shirt probably pulled the trigger..." Greg said while looking over to Sara.
"But who? And how did they get the gun and shirt out of the house and back inside?" Sara said, returning the look.
"Hey guys. Greg, how are you doing?" Julian walked in with a smile on his face.
Greg looked at him a bit confused. "Good, thank you..."
"I processed the tissue you found on the scene, Greg. Remember? You picked it up before photographing it and I..." He was interrupted.
"Yeah I remember. You finished processing it just NOW? The case's already solved! What took you so long?" Greg said annoyed.
"I'm sorry, I just was... busy..." Julian said, quickly changing the subject, "Anyways, it's unknown male DNA. It also had very small drops of blood on it but I was able to pull DNA from it, it belongs to your other victim... Johnson?" Julian handed Greg the report.
He quickly grabbed it. "You mean Jones?"
"Uh-huh. Uh right, before I forget. The unknown DNA I found matches the one I found inside the shirt, the stained one, remember?"
"What?" Nick said surprised.
"You know, guys, I have a theory..." Julian sat down next to Greg. "What if whoever killed this Jones guy later went on to kill the fat chick?"
Sara just stared at Julian in disbelieve. Did he just call the victim 'fat chick'? "Well, nice theory, but we already know who killed her and his DNA doesn't match the one on the tissue. And could you now please leave and let us do our job?"
"...Sure." He stood up and whispered into Greg's ear, "Women and their PMS, right?", and left the room.
"Wow, since when is he in love with you?" Nick said jokingly.
"Ever since we were out in the desert he acts like that. I have no idea what's going on with him, but it's getting more and more annoying... Anyways, what he found could actually help us with the case. We just have to find this mystery man and the case is solved!" Greg said excited.
"But how do we find him?"
Nick and Sara accompanied Brass to the law firm Ellen and Miles were working at. They figured talking to the people they worked with and finding out who Miles hang out with might help them find whoever was present on both crime scenes. They had no idea how the tissue with this unknown man on it ended up at the scene Ellen was found at, but they figured the best way to find out was to find who put it there. Meanwhile, Greg was asking Hank Lloyd, the man they just booked for killing Ellen, about the tissue, hoping he knew something.
Greg showed Lloyd a picture of the tissue. "You recognize this?"
"It's a hanky. What is this, IQ test?" Lloyd asked annoyed.
"It was found at the crime scene, but it had foreign DNA on it. Do you know how it got there?"
"How should I know? Some hiker probably tossed it. Am I being charged for pollution now, too?" He asked sarcastically.
"The DNA we found on this tissue was also found at another crime scene. Miles Jones, do you know him?" Greg asked while showing him a picture of Jones' body.
"He works at that law firm, too. He's dead?"
"Does he look alive to you?"
Lloyd laughed. "Wow, you cops can be funny, huh? I told you I didn't kill Ellen! Whoever did was probably the one leaving the tissue in the desert."
"And you don't remember who it was, right? Your friend isn't here to get you out of this situation, so why should you cover for him? Why should you go to jail for at least 25 years for something you didn't do?" Greg leaned forward a bit.
"I told you I don't remember his name..." Lloyd said, brooding over what Greg just said.
"Is it really worth it? What did he offer you to help get rid of the body? A few thousand bucks? I hope you hid them well because you might need them if you ever get out of jail."
"Alright..." Lloyd ran his fingers through his hair. "It's Roger Stewart. He killed Ellen and asked me to help him get rid of the body."
"...Really?" Greg said, not believing the man.
"He gave me 20,000$ if I keep my mouth shut, I swear!"
"The DNA we found is not his. It can't be him."
"What are you, stupid? I just TOLD you he did it and you don't believe me because the DNA on a tissue that might have NOTHING to do with that case doesn't match?" Lloyd was getting angry.
"No. I don't believe you because you kept lying to us. You saw an opportunity to save your neck and went for it. You're trying to convince us you didn't kill her, but you did, right?" Greg was ready to get up.
"NO!" Lloyd yelled, rising up from his chair. "I DIDN'T kill Ellen! Roger did! You HAVE to believe me!" He pushed over the desk.
"Sit down!" An officer said roughly while trying to restrain him.
"I didn't kill her!" He kept yelling. He managed to fight off the officer, pushed Greg to the ground and ran out the room, pushing down another officer standing outside the room.