A/N: Well... if there's anybody reading this... thank you!

Chapter 02: Witnesses time

She was a cute thirty-something woman, with brown hair and freckles all over her face. Flack wrote down her name, Sandra Poulson, on his loyal memo-book. Mac has his pen light and I have my memo-book. He looked at the woman.

"I was at home, I live there", she pointed to a window in the condo behind her, "You know... my boyfriend – well, ex boyfriend - and I have just broken up and I'm always a little anxious, especially at night, and when I heard that noise..."

"What time was it?"

"Well... around two, I guess. Not later than half past two, by the way. Chris stole me love and sleep"

Flack ignored Poulson's comment, knowing well it wasn't case related.

"What did you see?"

Sandra thought intently for a while, tilting her face to the right: "Mhh... a dark car stopped there. Someone got out to discharge something... it looked like a bag, to me. I really don't know"

"What else?"

"Then the man got back in the car and sped away. I went back to bed soon after"

"Didn't you think that the...", Flack looked at his notepad, pretending to be absorbed reading, "... bag was strange-looking?"

The girl frowned: "Not really. I just thought it was garbage"

"Of course! It's so normal discharging garbage at night and then left in a hurry with a car", Don sighed, "The car... color, model?"

"It was dark, maybe black, maybe gray... I didn't see the plate and about the model... mhh... a Ford? No, listen, I don't know anything about cars... after three years I still has some doubts about Chris' car and..."

The detective interrupted her, trying not to sound too annoyed: "What about the man?"

"Medium height, not too fat, not too thin... average, I guess. He wore a black jacket and a pair of dark pants. Boots, or something similar. I think he had a cap, I didn't see his face"

Don scratched his hair, thinking, and took notes. Then he gave Sandra his card: "That's my number. If you remember something else, please, call me"

She took it and smiled, half shy, half blushing; "Of course, detective... Flack"

Don smirked a little greeting her with a nod. Officer Smith approached him: "That man over there told me he noticed the victim lying on the street. Wanna talk to him?"

Flack shrugged: "Why not? Maybe he could come up with something useful..."

"Good evening, sir. I'm detective Flack, and you are..."

"William Ramirez", the short man with black, little and spirited eyes was staring at him.

"So... officer Smith told me you spotted the victim..."

"Yeah, even if, at first, I didn't think he was a man. I thought it was just trash"

"You went closer?"

The witness shook vigorously the head glancing down: Curiously, he was wearing a pair of green flip-flops.

"No!"

Flack's eyes were sharp: "You sure?"

"Claro que si"

"Okay... someone would find peculiar the fact you slipped into your mother-tongue, but I'm just an ignorant police officer"

William didn't reply, but Flack noticed the man suddenly looked uneasy.

"Let's go back to the case. After you established – from far – that it was just a garbage sack, what did you do?"

"I... walked away. Few seconds later, I heard the siren: The pula was there. They left the car and discovered the body"

"And the pula, speeding – I don't know – less than a mile from it saw the corpse. Wow, they must have been officers with super-sight"

"I don't know... but I didn't do anything!", the witness almost cried. Flack didn't seem annoyed; in fact, he hid an amused smile.

"That's enough. Here's my card. Do me a favor: Don't disappear"

Don watched as Ramirez walked away. Then, he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the start of a pulsing headache. He glanced at the two CSIs still occupied in taking photos and collecting evidences. He decided it was time for a little briefing with his men, who were quietly chatting in a corner, confronting the different versions of the story.

"The large part of the witnesses declared they didn't see anything. They're just there for a little fame..."

"We can only 'count' on Miss Poulson and Mister Ramirez"

"Add David Lewis, he lived on the second floor. Well, he just said he heard the piercing sound of brakes, of door slamming and of a speeding car, but..."

"That's similar to what Mister Lux told me", agreed Smith.

"We have at least four people who have seen or heard something but no one called 911... just great, everybody only minding their own business"

"We're really pessimistic tonight, aren't we?"

Flack abruptly turned, surprised to find Danny standing behind him: "Night... it's dawn, by now"

"What a drama! Losing your beauty sleep must be dreadful"

"Mpfh"

"No, wait, I know! Organizing the wedding is taking its toll"

Don closed his eyes, sighing: "Let's just say that I'm not exactly ecstatic at the perspective of calling the catering... again"

"Isn't this up to the lovely bride?"

"No, if you consider the lovely bride is a homicide detective, too... we're splitting the organizing chagrin", Flack ended with a sigh, noticing Danny was holding the evidence bags, "You headin' to the lab?"

"Yeah... meet you there?"

"I'll go to the precinct first. I'd like to ID the victim"

"Okay. The first who has good news calls the other"

"Sounds like a plan"

The two parted, reaching their cars. Flack wildly hoped to find their culprit as soon as possible.