Ryan had set the boxes in an empty room back at the lab. He'd emptied one entire box and was going through everything by hand. However, he was not prepared for how organized Marisol was, and how she had managed to pack what seemed to be three offices worth of things into one box. And he still had three more boxes to go through. He sighed and slipped the pen case back into the evidence bag.
"Oh, are you playing 'I Spy'?" Eric asked at the door.
"More like 'Where's Waldo'." Ryan asked.
"And I take it Waldo is evading you." Eric replied.
Ryan looked up. "Yeah."
"Need some help?"
"Please."
Eric smiled and walked into the lab. He pulled on a pair of gloves and joined Ryan at the table.
"How's your sister doing?" Ryan asked.
"Better. No sign of brain trauma or concussion." Eric answered.
"Good." Ryan said. "Wow, Marisol really knows how to pack."
Eric snorted in laughter. "Yeah, you should've seen her growing up. She could pack an entire kitchen into three boxes. And she did it in under an hour."
Ryan nodded. "No kidding."
"Yeah, my parents loved it. Whenever we decided to move, Marisol was in charge of making sure everything was packed neatly." Eric explained.
"And the terrifying thing is that there are three more boxes to go through." Ryan said.
"Well, let's hope that Waldo is in box number one." Eric said. "What is Waldo?"
"Some kind of package. Marisol told us that her attacker demanded a package that he thought she had." Ryan explained.
"And we have no idea what it looks like?" Eric asked.
Ryan shook his head. "Not a clue."
"Great." Eric said. He picked up the closes bag and started searching.
In another hour, Ryan and Eric managed to find Marisol' laptop, CDs, address book, files, pencils, desk lamp, and a box of candy hidden with a book safe. But there was no sign of a package in the first box. Eric finished packing everything into the first box, nearly as perfect as Marisol had. Ryan lifts the second box onto the table and sets the first box back onto the floor.
Eric removes the lid and reached for the first evidence bag. As his hand grasps the bag, he paused. The weight of the bag is heavy. And there's something else to it, but Eric wasn't sure just yet. It could just be another book. He removed it from the evidence bag and pauses. It's wrapped in beige paper and labeled to Marisol. But more than that, it was from their victim.
"Ryan." Eric said.
Ryan looked up. "What?"
Eric showed him the label. "I think I found Waldo."
"So what's Waldo hiding?" Ryan asked.
Eric cut open the package and gently slid out the item. A small yellow planner slipped onto the tables surface. He picked up the planner and opened it to the front cover. "Maggie Johnson's planner."
Ryan's brows furrowed. "Why'd she send it to Marisol?"
Eric flipped through the pages. It took only seconds for her eyes to absorb the ink on the paper. "I think I know."
"What?"
Eric passed the book. "The names and dates in here correspond with the condoms from the apartment."
"She's keeping a log of who she sleeps with?" Ryan asked.
"Look below that." Eric said.
Ryan looked back down at the dates. "She also wrote down how much they paid. She's keeping note of who's paying her."
"This is why she died." Eric said.
"What do you mean?" Ryan asked.
"Maggie knew Marisol was a paralegal. She knew Marisol could put a stop to this." Eric explained.
"Unfortunately, her killer put a stop to that." Ryan said. "We have no idea what he looks like, we haven't found the murder weapon, and you can't send these men away simply by their condom samples and the planner. They'd get a minimum sentence at best with this evidence."
"Then let's keep looking. Maybe Maggie sent more than one package to Marisol?" Eric suggested.
"You found that on the top, right?" Ryan asked.
Eric nodded.
"Okay, if she sent them all at once, then if there's any more, they should be near the top." Ryan said. He reached into the box and retrieved the next bag. He cut it open and emptied the contents onto the table. Dozens of photographs covered the table top, each one of the victim and another man. Ryan picked up several photos and started flipping through them. "Maggie was building her case against every single man she slept with."
Eric grabbed a stack of photos. He looked them over, front and back. "She labeled them all. Men, date, price, location."
"She's making sure there's no loop hole." Ryan said. He sighed and set his stack down. "I don't get it. If she's prostituting, why document it. I mean, I know it's still statutory rape, but from what Marisol was saying, Maggie wasn't a girl after revenge."
Eric flipped through more photos and stopped. "She wasn't just doing it for herself, Ryan." He showed Ryan another photo.
"That's not Maggie Johnson." Ryan said.
Eric shook his head. "No, but I recognize her from the club. She's another dancer."
"And that is definitely not consensual." Ryan said.
"You recognize the man she's with?" Eric asked.
Ryan nodded. "The club owner."
Eric flipped through the photos, pulling several out every few seconds. "And here he is with Maggie and other dancers."
"How much do you want to bet Billings is in the center of this prostitution ring?" Ryan asked.
Calleigh walked to the lab door. "Hey, I just got a print off Marisol's name plate that didn't belong to Marisol."
Eric arched his brow. "You'd it come back to?"
"Richard Billings." Calleigh explained.
"Well that makes sense. We found pictures of Billing's sleeping with Maggie and several other girls. Looks like he's using his girls as his own personal prostitution ring." Ryan explained.
"I wouldn't put it past him, his condom sample was a confirmed match to his illumination sample." Natalia said. "I also managed to put a name to our second sample, thanks to the condoms Maggie saved.
"Who wants to call Horatio?"
is this making sense to everyone? and a note, it was origonally Natalia and Ryan here. i realized that i needed Eric in here moreso i switched them around so if there's and grammer errors pertaining to he/she, that's why. thank you.