Chapter 11

Sara went to him - regulations be damned - and held him. Gil buried his face in her chest and cried. Gaining control of himself Gil cleared his throat.

"They never caught the shooter?" Sara asked.

"No. The car was found wrapped around a tree a few blocks from the park. The driver was pinned inside DOA. It was determined that he did not do the shooting. Prints on the passengers side belonged to a 16 year old named Jay Carson."

"Carson was never caught?" Sara said.

"He seemed to disappear off the face of the earth," Gil said, "His prints never showed up again anywhere and no kind of paper trail was found either. His mother said something about family out of the country. After a year of searching the case was marked as "OPENED" and set in the unsolved files."

Jim came in the door, "I just heard."

"It is the gun," Gil said, "There is no proof that it was the same shooter. I need to call Henry."

Jim and Sara left Gil to his call. "Is he ok?" Jim asked.

Sara shook her head, "I think so. The news really shook him up."

"I would think so," Jim said.

"I was not aware that anyone knew about Sandra?" Sara said.

"Just me - well you of course," Jim said, "One night I got a call from a bar. Gil was there, drunk out of his mind, the only time I have ever seen him that way. He was mumbling about Sandra and her birthday, none of it made since. The next morning I filled him with aspirins and coffee and he told me about Sandra."

"What do we do?" Sara asked.

From his desk Gil said, "Follow the evidence, just like you would any other case. You keep the lead on this Sara, I'm staying hands off."

Sara went back into his office, softly touching his face Sara said, "Are you ok?"

"I will be," Gil said, "I just want to wrap this up."

Sara kissed his forehead, "We will. I'm going back to the park."

"Sara," Gil called as she turned to leave, "No one needs to know."

"If that's the way you want it," Sara said.

"I do," Gil said.

Sara called Greg and told him to met her back at the lab, then she asked Hodges to follow up on the car and call her if he found out anything. Sara walked around the park, she was not sure what she was looking for but she felt she forgot something - she hadn't.

Sara was getting into her car when over her radio she head of a police pursuit with a car that resembled the car used in her drive by. Sara looked up and seen first the car then the police car go speeding by her. The car made a sharp left, the driver lost control and the car stared to spin stopping only when it struck the water fountain.

Sara ran to the car, weapon drawn. The passengers sided door flew open and a young man jumped out. "LVPD," Sara screamed, "Drop to the ground."

The young man got off a few shots then took off running with Sara in pursuit. Sara was able to catch up with him when the young man tripped over a tree root.

Trying to catch her breath Sara aimed her gun at his head, "Don't do anything stupid. I would hate to have to shoot you."

By this time the other officers had caught up to her, one of them cuffed him and read him his rights. Sara walked back to the car, the driver was being pulled out of the car. "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere, I'll be talking to him later," Sara said to the officer.

Sara called Gil, " I have the gun that was used in the robbery, I'll run it to see if it is the same one."

The paramedics told Sara that some how the driver had managed not to sustain any life threatening injuries but would need medical attention. Sara asked the officer to accompany the driver to the ER then notify her when he was able to be questioned.

At the police station Sara and Jim confronted the shooter. "Where did you get the gun?" Jim asked.

"Don't know," the boy said with a smirk look on his face.

The boy, who had been IDed as Joseph Kenyon was only 16, so there was no way he could have been the shooter in 85, but it was the same gun. The driver was Jerry Kenyon, Joseph's 17 year old brother.

"The gun - which was in your possession by the way," Sara said, "Was used in the murder of a WLVU freshman. (Sara conveniently left out the year, but she felt she needed some kind of leverage.) So unless you would like Captain Brass to add a murder charge I suggest you tell me."

Kenyon sat straight in the chair, his look changed form that of a cocky kid to total panic, "I took it from my dad's dresser. One of the boys we shot at earlier stole Jerry's girlfriend, we didn't mean to kill anyone just scare him."

Jim looked at Sara, "I think we need to pay Mr. Kenyon a visit."

"Book this idiot," Jim said to the officer as they left, "The other one too."

"Could Kenyon be the original shooter?" Gil asked.

"You were watching?" Jim said.

"I said I would be "hands off" I didn't say I would be eyes off too. Now answer my question."

"Will not know till we get back," Sara told him, "I know this is hard on you but please try to take it easy."

Gil looked at Sara, "I just want to get this behind me."

Sara touched his hand, "I know. Just don't let it eat at you."

Gil smiled, "Funny, Henry said something along those lines too. He told me not to let it eat me alive, not to let it become so overpowering that I mess things up with you."

"And?" Sara asked.

"And I told him I love you and as bad as I want to see this thing put behind me, I would never let anything come between us."

"I got an open warrant," Jim said, "Let's go."

In the car Sara asked Jim if he thought a warrant would be necessary.

"Let's just say I would rather have it and not need it then to need it and not have it," Jim told her.

Jim knocked on the door. "I'm Captain Brass, LVPD and this is Sara Sidle," Jim said to Mr. Kenyon, "We need to talk to you about your gun."

The warrant proved to be unnecessary, Mr. Kenyon produced proof that he had purchased the weapon from a pawn shop after one of his neighbors homes was broken into.

Walking back to the car Jim looked at Sara, "Square one."

Sara nodded and called Gil.