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Chapter 13 of Always Will Be (Roswell)


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Chapter Two

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29th May 2006 – North Las Vegas – 12.03am

Leighanne watched as the ambulance holding the tiny body of eight-year-old Kayleigh Marcus sped down the driveway. Photographers were eagerly snapping pictures as it drove through the gates, and there was more than one news-team camera following its progress too. She knew without a doubt that the pictures and film would be all over the news within the next half hour, and with them the news that there was a survivor. When the perpetrator found out, this revelation wouldn’t sit too well, and there was a good chance he’d come after the little girl again. Leighanne just couldn’t let that happen; the little girl had suffered enough already.

“Sofia!” Leighanne called her fellow detective over.

“Captain,” Sofia nodded as she approached.

“Jus’ call me Leighanne. I have a favour to ask of ya. In ‘bout ten or fifteen minutes I want ya to ‘leak’ to the press that the little girl died on the way to the hospital,” Leighanne told her quietly, her concern evident in her voice.

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better to let the killer know she was still alive? It might bring him out into the open,” Sofia replied.

“No. I’m going to leave it up to Grissom and his team to find this guy. Kayleigh Marcus has been through enough, I refuse to use her as bait. And that’s assuming she makes it; she’s lost an awful lot of blood for such a small kid,” Leighanne said sadly.

“Ok, I’ll tell them that she died on the way to the hospital. That should protect her for a while, but sooner or later they are going to find out that she’s alive.”

“Well I dunno ‘bout you but I’m pulling for later.”

Sofia nodded, and turned towards the media frenzy as her new captain walked back towards the house.

Most of the CSIs were still in the dining room when Leighanne returned. One, a young woman who Leighanne uncertainly identified as being named Kim, had gone with Officer Metcalf to the hospital to protect and process the little girl. Like most detectives and CSIs alike, Leighanne hated homicides involving children; it was one of the most unpleasant things they came across on the job.

“How’s it coming along in here y’all?” Leighanne asked as she entered the room.

“We’re getting there,” Warrick told her sombrely.

“Have you started interviewing the neighbours?” Grissom asked.

“Yeah, I have Vartann and Sofia on that, but I want to speak with the friend myself,” Leighanne told him.

“Warrick, I want you to go with her. Get the friend’s statement, and see if she’ll volunteer her fingerprints and a DNA sample,” Grissom instructed.

“I’m on it,” Warrick nodded, following Leighanne out of the room.

“Greg, I want you on the perimeter. Start outside and work your way in to the rest of the house. Although the disturbance appears on first appearances to be limited to this room, there may be something probative to be found.” Grissom told him. “Erin, I want you in here; I’m going to head back with Al and David for the autopsies.”

There was a brief moment of commotion as everyone set about their assigned tasks. Erin and Grissom moved about the room snapping photos of the bodies before they were removed. After several minutes, David began loading the bodies onto gurneys to be taken out to the waiting vans.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Erin was finally left alone in the large dining room to move around the room freely and process the scene.

She always did her best work when she was just left to her own devices. The peace and quiet helped her concentration. Without constant interruptions she could properly immerse herself in the evidence.

Examining the room, she softly mumbled to herself as she mentally catalogued the evidence, allowing herself to think out loud.

“Bloody shoe prints on the carpeting. Suspect probably stepped in Louise Chamberlain’s blood. Will take swabs to be certain.” Pulling out her digital camera, she snapped several pictures of the footprints. She then pulled out her measurement scale for reference and snapped a few more.

“Shoe prints seem to be a size eleven. Tread looks like a sneaker of some sort,” Erin ruminated, taking down some notes.

Pulling out a swab, Erin bent down to take a sample of the blood. It was obvious on looking at the scene that the blood came from the pool that had formed near Mrs Chamberlain, but only a DNA comparison could confirm that for sure.

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Meanwhile…

“Miss Smith?” Leighanne asked a petite woman who was standing next to a white BMW, smoking shakily.

“Yes,” the woman nodded, dropping her cigarette and stubbing it out with her shoe.

“I’m Lieutenant…”

“Captain,” Warrick whispered in her ear.

“… Captain Leighanne Andrews, this is CSI Warrick Brown,” Leighanne introduced them. “I need to ask you a few questions.”

“I already told Officer Metcalf everything,” Donna Smith told her.

“I’m aware of that, but I need to take your official statement. CSI Brown will also need to ask you a few things,” Leighanne told her.

“Okay, ask your questions, but then can I go home?” Donna asked.

“Once you’ve answered all of our questions you’ll be free to go,” Leighanne assured her. “What time did you arrive at the house?”

“Around ten,” Donna answered.

“Did you touch anything in the house?” Warrick asked.

“No. Arthur had called me earlier today and asked me to come over tonight as he and Louise had something exciting to tell me. The door was unlocked so I just let myself in as normal. I called out for them, but no one answered so I walked through the house looking for them. I got to the dining room and found them lying there covered…..” Donna broke off as she started sobbing loudly. “I’m….sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, take all the time you need,” Leighanne said sweetly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and handing it to the grieving woman.

Warrick was touched by how sensitive Leighanne was. He watched as she placed a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder and talked in a soothing tone trying to calm her. Leighanne wasn’t like most cops that Warrick knew, most of them would push Donna for the answers they were looking for, not caring that the woman had just lost some of her closest friends.

“Thank you,” Donna Smith whispered once she had stopped crying.

“Your welcome,” Leighanne drawled, Warrick found himself starting to really like her laidback Louisiana accent. “Why don’t you take a few moments to compose yourself and then we can finish with these questions.”

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Greg was wandering around the perimeter of the house. He was most of the way round, and so far he hadn’t noticed anything of substance. There were no obvious broken or forced windows, no shoeprints in any of the flowerbeds; nothing at all that would indicate that someone had been where they shouldn’t. Coming around to the front door, he decided it might be a good idea to print the door. If there was no forced entry, then the only other way into the house was through that door.

“How’s it going Greg?” Leighanne Andrews asked from behind him.

Greg jumped slightly. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people!”

“Sorry. Ma witness is taking a breather at the moment; I just thought I’d see how you were doing,” Leighanne told him.

“There’s no sign of forced entry. I’m just printing the door to see if I can lift any viable prints,” Greg informed her.

“I doubt you’ll find any, my witness was the last person to touch that door.”

“I know it’s a long shot but it’s the best we have at the moment. We might get lucky,” Greg shrugged.

“Luck isn’t going to solve this case Sanders.”

“I know. We are.” Greg assured her.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Leighanne smiled at him, then turned and headed back to where Warrick was waiting with Donna Smith.

Greg went back to work printing the door. He knew Leighanne was right, there wasn’t much of a chance they’d get any useful prints, but it was worth a try.

When he was finished, Greg put his printing powder back in his kit and started moving back around the house. It wasn’t long before he reached the window that led to the dining room. The first thing that jumped out at him was the two very prominent shoeprints in the flowerbed below the window. He couldn’t believe he’d missed them before.

Greg snapped off some free shots of the prints and then some comparative shots. The shoe size was around eleven and was sneaker like in design, but a computer search would confirm that for him.

There was also a face print on the window, it looked as if someone had scoped out the room before entering the house. ‘Maybe how he had managed to kill most of them before they even left their seats’ Greg mused. He snapped off some photos of the smear then took a small swab, hoping to get some sort of DNA sample from it.

Taking one last glance around the grounds, Greg headed for the house.

 

TBC…

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