Damnit!

Chapter 31

We entered the room of a grubby motel, across from a dusty road that lead out of Vegas or towards Vegas. People came here hoping that they would win a prize that will let them pay for a room in one of the decent hotels on the strip. Most people will never reach one of those hotels, they will leave with less money then they came with. This motel is the perfect example of one of the cheapest motels in the area. It was dusty and dark in the room. The smell of blood filled my nostrils. 

Catherine sat her kit down on the floor and opened it. She started to work on the blood that covered the bed linen. She took some samples while I took photographs of the scene. Suddenly I noticed something on the floor covered by the bed linen. I lifted the sheet up and saw a gun on the floor. I snapped some pictures of it before I picked it up. I took a quick look around the room finding what I was searching for.

“Damnit!” Catherine looked up, moving her red glasses up into her hair.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, I held the gun up to Cath and showed her the gun and the bullets, one was missing.

“There is a really nice blood spatter pattern on this wall here. He was definitely shot in this room. Catherine moved closer to the wall and looked at the pattern. “Shot at close range…” she mumbled. “Call Grissom.”

I flipped my phone open and dialed Grissom’s number.

"Grissom, hi it’s me."

"Grissom it’s not our guy."

"Because we have a blood spatter pattern on the wall, and a loaded gun missing one bullet on the floor. It’s not our guy he tried to shoot himself and it didn’t work."

Grissom was silent at the other end of the line, after a moment he told me that Brass had just handed him a blood test. "You’re right, his blood type doesn’t match the blood type that we found at the scene. I’ll call Ecklie and let him take this case, see if it’s really a suicide gone wrong or not. Stay there until Ecklie and his crew arrive."