Richard Billings looked less than amused sitting in the interrogation room of Miami PD. Not that Eric cared at all. The body of a brutally stabbed seventeen year old girl was lying in the morgue.

"Why am I here? I am a business to run." He said.

"Not if your girls are underage." Tripp said.

"What are you talking about?" Billings asked.

"We're talking about Maggie Johnson. A.K.A. Chastity." Eric answered.

Billings shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time a girl's lied on her application."

"Application?" Tripp asked. "You actually take applications for stripping?"

"Of course. You can't just have any girl on stage dancing." Billings replied.

"So long as they look good it doesn't matter what age they are, right?" Eric asked.

"Right." Billings said. His eyes widened, realizing what he had said. "I mean no. That's not what I meant."

"Drop the act Billings, we know you knew Maggie's age. Turns out all of your male employees knew her age. They even confronted you about it." Eric explained.

"Well they're lying." Billings said.

"All seven of the lying?" Tripp asked.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Billings replied.

"You that lousy of a boss?" Eric asked.

"No. I run a popular business. The men are simply jealous that the girls get all the attention." Billings explained.

Eric snorted. "I'm sure that's it."

"Look, I've cooperated with the investigation thus far, so unless you're arresting me, I have a business to run." Billings said, standing from his seat.

"Not quite, Mr. Billings." Tripp said. "You had a minor working at a strip club, you can be sure you're going to have every single one of your girls checked to make sure they're legal."

"And we'll be taking a DNA sample from you." Eric said.

Billings turned to Eric. "What for?"

"Reference sample. We've already gotten them from your workers." Eric explained.

"Yeah, they were a lot more willing to help fight Maggie's killer than you are." Tripp said.

Billings held a scowl for a moment. "Fine. You'll get a sample."

Natalia sighed as the results appeared on the computer screen. "No matches."

Eric shook his head and lowered it. "You gotta be kidding."

Natalia shook her head. "Sorry. The workers and owner are not a match."

"They're only illuminated as her partners; one of them could still be her killer." Horatio said. "How's the DNA extrapolation coming?"

"Good. It's about halfway finished. Another hour or two and we should have two profiles." Natalia explained.

"Keep me posted." Horatio said.

Ryan entered the lab. "H, there you are."

"Mr. Wolf."

"I pulled trace from the rope that our vic was tied with. It's the same trace Alexx found in her hair. It's synthetic leather." Ryan explained.

"Well it is a strip club. Leather isn't new." Natalia said.

"No, but whatever the leather came from will definitely have signs of shedding." Ryan explained.

"Was there anything about the rope?" Horatio asked.

Ryan shook his head. "No. It's generic boating rope. You can buy it at any hardware store. I'm gonna head back to the club and see what I can find."

"Let's go Mr. Wolf." Horatio said.

and we're back to the drawing board.