Jesse had been feeling like he was banging his head against a brick wall. Any evidence incriminating JR in the shooting of Marissa Tasker was eluding him. Brot and Natalia offered to give him a hand. Maybe a fresh pairs of eyes would see something he was missing.

They sat in the office reading through witness statements that Jesse had been staring at for weeks seeing nothing.

"What about this?" asked Natalia, pointing to the first few lines in Bianca's official statement. "This could be something suspicious."

"We weren't there at the beginning of the party. Marissa got a text from Scott inviting us and we hurried over. I think we got there about 8 o'clock. The funny thing was Scott insisted he hadn't sent the text! We were there for Tad's toast and mom's argument with Uncle Jack before that woman came with the gun!..."

Jesse rummaged in the stack of files piled on his desk to pull out Scott's statement. He flicked through the first few pages.

"He doesn't mention Bianca or Marissa."

"He probably didn't think it was important." said Brot, leaning back in his chair. "It does sound like Marissa was drawn to the party specifically – should we trace Scott's phone records?"

"No," said Jesse, a pensive look on his face. "I think the first thing to do is to speak to Scott in person. It could all be an innocent misunderstanding."

…

Scott arrived just half an hour after Jesse called him. Jesse escorted him to an empty interview room.

"You said you need more information about the night of the shooting?" Scott asked.

"That's right." said Jesse arching his fingers as he looked at the young man in front of him. "I noticed in Bianca's statement that Marissa received a text from your phone inviting them to the party."

Scott's brow furrowed for a moment.

"You know I think they did say something about that." He said. "But it wasn't me. I didn't even have my phone on me. I'd left it in the pocket of my work jeans."

"You're saying your phone was at your house?"

"Yes." said Scott. "Are you thinking someone used my phone to contact Marissa? Why would they do that?"

Scott eyes widen when he realised the implications.

"Do you think that crazy lady broke into my house to draw Bianca to the party?" he asked his face suddenly ashen.

"Was there any evidence of a break in?" Jesse asked.

"No." admitted Scott, "But the house was still a partial building site. And all the windows on the south facing wall were still just covered in polythene so it was hardly secure if someone got into the grounds. To be honest I'm not sure if I'd have noticed if someone had got in."

"Well did anyone else have access to your phone. Anyone who might have innocently used it to invite Bianca and Marissa? Madison maybe?"

"No one in their right mind would have retrieved it from my jeans. I'd been gloss painting all day and they were covered. The reason I'd forgotten it in the first place was because I was running so late from scrubbing all the paint off."

Scott reached to pull the phone out of his back pocket.

"It still got covered in paint even though I'd kept it in my pocket."

The phone was covered in white paint splatter and smears.

"May I?" asked Jesse reaching out for the phone.

Scott shrugged and passed his cell to the detective.

Jesse turned it over in his hands. On the back amongst all the smears was what looked like a partial thumb print.

"Is this your finger print?" Jesse asked.

"I guess it must be." said Scott leaning forward to look at it. Then he paused, "Unless you think… You think someone else could have left it?"

Jesse put the phone back onto the table.

"Mr Chandler I'd like to look into your phone records for the night of the shooting and I'd also like to take you phone into evidence."

Scott sat back in his chair.

"Take whatever you need." He said. "I just want to see justice done!"

"Thank you." said Jesse. He knew exactly who he hoped he could match to that thumb print.

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