A/N: I don't own any of the CSI Miami characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
I apologize due to the lack of updates.
In less than forty minutes, suspect was in custody. His name was Edward Wilson, he waa twenty years old, and had criminal record for a pretty theft. His fingerprint was found on victim's wrist. He ended up sitting at the table in an interrogation room, being interrogated by Eric and Calleigh. He was doing his best to appear calm, but he was obviously jumpy and nervous. His hand were shaking and his eyes were widened and redish. Calleigh was sitting at the table opposite to him, while Eric was standing near by. Forensic briefcase, closed, was laying on the table, near Calleigh
"Edward, a man was murdered today", Calleigh explained. "Mac Travis. We managed to recover a fingerprint on his left wrist and match it to you."
Edward took a deep breath and foundled his arms before he spoke. "I don't know..."
"A glass on the living room window was broken", Eric exclaimed, slowly walking toward Edward. "We found two types of usable fingerprints on a window frame. One belongs to a victim. Other one to you. And I bet that your jacket will match to a fiber found stuck between the glass and the frame."
"We know that the victim was a drug dealer, Edward", Calleigh said. "We can easily get a warrant to take a sample of your blood and analyse it. That will proove that you are a user."
"Did you kill him, Edward?"
"No!", Edward screamed, almost jumping off his seat. "I mean... he was already dead when I got there."
"What happened?", Calleigh asks, softly.
Edward sighed and ran his hands down his face before answering.
"I... I really needed to get high. I called him that morning at about seven am. He told me to get to his place at about seven thirty am and bring the money. When I got there, the door was wide open. I walked in and found him lying on the kitchen floor, unconsciousness. Bleeding. I checked his pulse. There was none. I looked around, bit I saw no drug. Then I heard a car approaching-I looked through the window and saw that it's a police car. I knew that I couldn't get out through the front door, so I ran in the living room and tried to open the window, but it was jammed, so I broke it, jumped outside through it and ran away. That's all, I swear!"
Calleigh opens the briefcase and takes a pair of gloves out of it, then puts the gloves over her hands. "Show me yoir hands, please", she said as she took a plastic container containing a sterile gauze out of it. Edward did so, and she opened the container, took a gauze out of it, and started swabbing both sides of his fingers and palms with it.
"We will also need to take your jacket and sneakers", said Edward while taking a pair of gloves out of the briefcase and putting the gloves over his hands.
#
Walter and Ryan were walking down the hallway, talking.
"Edward's fingerprints are on victim's wrist and window frame, but the GSR test was negative. Eric is currently looking for evidence on his jacket and sneakers."
"What about the knife?"
"It matches to the stabbing wound cast. Natalia confirmed that all the blood on the knife, shirt and floor is victim's. Did you found any fingerprints?"
"Yes, but they were all too smudged. Did you found any trace evidence on the knife, shirt, or inside the blood?"
"Yes, but just the usual stuff you would expect to find on a kitchen knife. Bread crumbs, water... Toxycology tests were clean except for small ampunt of meth, that probably got into his system while he was making it. What about his IPod?"
"It is protected with a password. Apparently, he had clients phone numbers written in that IPod and notebook with client's initials and prices hidden in the secret room. Clever."
#
Just when Eric was finishing the forensic analysis, sitting at desk in his office and working on his computer, Horatio walked in his office.
"Oh, hi, Horatio", Eric said, noticing him. "I just finished processing Edward's jacket and shoes. I manage to link fiber found on the frame with his jacket, and small glass fragments found on his jacket and sneakers match to those found on a crime scene, but I didn't find any gunshot residue or any other evidence that links him with Mac's murder. I think that he is not guilty."
"What are you doing now?"
"Running fingerprints found on the bed frame through AFIS. Most of them matched to Travis, but four were unidentifeid." Almost immediately afterward, conputer beeped. The match was found.
"It looks like we have a match", Eric said, looking at the screen. "Emily Wilsoj, twenty five years old, arrested multiple times for prostitution and petty theft."
In next moment, Natalia walked in the room, wearing her white lab coat and gloves.
"Guys, I extracted a DNA profile from natural lubricant found on Mac's bed sheet. I ran it through CODIS and found the match. It belongs to..."
#
Less than an hour later , Emily was sitting at the table in an interrogation room, being interrogated by Horatio and Eric. She was young Caucasian woman with long black hair and black eyes, and she was wearing short black skirt, black boots and red T-shirt.
"Emily", Horatio exclaimed, "we found your DNA on Mac Travis's bed sheets. And your fingerprints on bed frame."
"What happened to Mac?"
"He is dead. Murdered."
Emily widened her eyes in shock. "Wow."
"How do you explain your fingerprints and DNA on a crime scene?", Eric asked.
"We had sex."
"When?"
"Two days ago."
"And he paid you, am I right?", Horatio asked.
Emily frowned, but remained cool. "If you can't proove it, you probably don't expect me to confess that, don't you?"
"Where were you today at about seven am?", Eric asked, obviously not sure is she telling the truth.
"At my motel room, alone."
"Do you know did he have any enemies?"
"No, I didn't know him very well."
"But you did have sex?"
"Yes, but it didn't mean anything. Can I go now?"
"Don't go too far", Horatio advised her before she walked away. His phone ringed and he picked it up and answered. "Hallo? OK, be right there."
#
In less than an hour, Horatio, Eric and Walter were on a crime scene-a boat that crushed into a rock sticking up from a sea, near the marina. They were all wearing gloves over hands and thick shoe covers over shoe bottoms. Dr. Loman was already there, inspecting the bodies. Eric, Walter and Loman also had forensic cameras hanging around their necks. Eric and Walter were holding their forensic briefcases in their hands, and Loman had his laying on the floor, next to him. There were two bodies on the boat: one, middle aged man, on the floor next to a ship's wheel, and another one, young man, wearing T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, on the floor next to the first one.
"First victim is forty two years old Michael Smith", dr. Loman said, as they approached him. "I found a vallet with an ID in his wallet. He has a nasty injury on his forehead, that is possibly a cause of death, and there are traces of blood on ship's wheel."
"So, his death could be an accident", Eric suggested.
"Yes, but this guy here...", he said, gesturing toward the second victim, "he was definitely murdered. He has a gunshout wound to the back of the head. Small calibar weapon, not much blood. He was murdered about four hours ago."
"Before Michael?", Walter asks.
"Yes. He has no ID's, but he is obviously young, in early to mid twenties. Judging by that imprint on his nose, he was wearing eyeglasses."
"So, maybe Michael killed him, then went to get rid of the body and had an accident?", Eric suggested.
"If there's a karma...", Walter sighs.