Chapter 4: The Secret is Out

"Eric, I found some red paint." I said.

"Okay. Will you run it to see what kind of vehicle it came from? I have some fingerprints to run." Eric replied.

Horatio came in and asked, "Find anything, gentlemen?"

"Chipped red paint and enough fingerprints for a million people." Eric answered.

"Good work. Tell me everything you find out when you get the results."

Horatio walked out. Eric and I walked towards the labs. I went to run the paint threw the machine while Eric ran the fingerprints he had collected threw codis.

I discovered that the paint came from a 2006 Dodge Ram. Now, all I had to do was locate a Dodge truck with an extensive piece of paint missing. The spot would be approximately two inches in diameter.

I found Horatio and told him my results. Before long, Eric showed up. He found three different fingerprints: Ryanna's, Renee's, and Matt Anderson's. Horatio told him to locate Mr. Anderson and bring him in for inquiring.

Horatio

I headed to Alexx's morgue and asked what kind the knife was.

"Good afternoon, Horatio. It was a knife with a serrated blade. The ridges go all the way up the blade with the blade being approximately five inches long. See the bruises around the stab wound?" Alexx answered.

"Yes I do."

"That tells me the knife was plunged at an excessive force. Oh and I found wounds and bruises I have no explanation for."

"Hmm. Do you have an approximant weight for the murderer?"

"I would say between one-hundred ninety and two-hundred ten pounds."

"Okay. I had Eric get a possible suspect. I will get a warrant for his house and DNA if he acts suspicious in any way during the questioning."

"Good luck, H."

"I will need it. Thank-you very much for your information, Alexx."

I walked out of the morgue and removed my lab coat to hang it back up.

Ryan found me and told me, "Horatio, Mr. Anderson is in the interrogation room."

"Thank-you, Ryan." I answered politely and walked to speak with Mr. Anderson.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. Staying out of trouble?" I said with a smile.

"As to you, lieutenant. Why, yes I am. Can I ask how come I am here?" Matt asked curiously.

"I need to ask you a few questions about your ex-wife, Ryanna Wolfe."

"I'm listening."

"Why are your fingerprints on Ryanna's SUV?"

"She is my ex-wife. I had rights to the SUV, don't I? If I am wrong, correct me."

"Yes you do. My investigators noticed the car was extremely clean and Renee told us that Ryanna washed it two maybe three days ago; just a little while before they went on their road trip."

"So? That doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Oh, but it should. When somebody washed an abject, it removes the fingerprints until someone decided to touch it after the washing. Do you remember when your divorce was final with the court?"

"A week or so ago. Why?"

"When did Ryanna and Renee move out?"

"Around that time."

"Do you know that that means?"

"No clue."

"You are a suspect for Ryanna Wolfe's murder until further noticed.

Ryan

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" Renee cheered out.

"What is it, Renee? What's wrong?" I concernly asked.

She chuckled and hugged me and said, "You are my uncle!"

I hugged her back and we stood there in the middle of the hallway like that until Natalia came up to us and started to run her mouth.

"Turns out, Ryanna was indeed your twin sister." Natalia stated, handing me the DNA result.

I smiled. It is a shame how Ryanna and I met though.

I found Horatio and asked him how his questioning went.

"Frank is getting me a warrant to look for the knife that matches Alexx's description and his DNA. He was acting guilty. I could tell." Horatio stated.

"We all know you have seen enough off the guilty persona. Call me when Frank gives you the warrant. I want to help with my sister's case as much as I can."

"So she is your twin?" Horatio asked.

"Yes she is. I just wish we could have met on different terms."

"That is understandable, Ryan. Just remember that Ryanna's death was not your fault."

"Yes, I know, H. There is nothing I could have done to prevent her from being killed."

Ryan

I had removed my cellular phone from my pocket and called home.

"Hello, Ryan!" my mother answered.

"Hey, ma. I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Who was Ryanna Wolfe?"

Her pause told me more than what words could say.

I heard my dad ask, "What does he want, honey?"

My mother answered, "He asked about her."