Fanfic - A Deadly Desire
Title: A Deadly Desire
Fandom: CSI New York
Pairing: Flack/Angell, Danny/Lindsay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When body's begin piling up and evidence is scarce the team face one of their hardest cases, and the worst is yet to come.
Chapter 9
“And what time was that?” Jess asked the construction worker. She and Don had returned to the construction yard where Ashley Hail’s body had been dumped in the hope that one of the workers there might have seen something. They’d known it would be unlikely but with so little to go on they’d had to try.
“About 9pm, I was the last person off the site and there definitely wasn’t a body here then,” the worker replied.
“How secure is the site at night?” Don asked, if access required a key then it would be pretty hard to drag a struggling girl in unless you unlocked the site first.
“Not very, to be honest anyone could walk in here,” the worker told them. Don thanked him and let him get back to work, the man nodding solemnly as he left.
“Well, that seemed like a waste of time,” Jess stated with a frustrated sigh. “At least we’re making some progress, even if it is painstakingly slow. We know we’re dealing with more than one person, we know they’re both male, we know they’re brothers. Unfortunately, that narrows it down to huge portion of the population of New York. I think we need to go... who is that?”
Don followed her gaze to the spot where the body had been found. There was a man standing there, looking at the ground. “Hey,” he yelled as he picked up his pace, heading over to where the man was standing. The brown haired man looked up and saw them; he immediately took off in the direction of the street. Don ran, hearing Jess’s footsteps behind him as they left the construction site and he spotted the man running down the street. He went after him, dodging his way through the crowd and then between cars as he followed the man across the road.
He went down an alleyway, coming out onto another busy street at the other side but there was no sign of their runner. Don looked around as Jess caught up to him, both of them breathing heavily as they attempted to find their missing man.
“That was slightly suspicious behaviour,” Jess commented breathlessly and Don offered her a half smile. “Killer come back to the scene?”
“Could be, or it could just be someone who knew Ashley,” Don replied, shaking his head. “But then why run?”
“Let’s just get back, we can put a car on the construction site, if he comes back we can get him then,” Jess suggested already heading back the way they’d come. Don went after her, still slightly breathless from the run; lack of sleep was beginning to catch up to him.
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Jess sat down at her desk and sighed, trying to shake off the feeling that was nagging at her but unable to rid herself of it. She heard footsteps approach her, knew whose they were without looking up. Don pulled a chair up next to her and sat down wordlessly; she looked up at him and could tell he’d noticed already that something was bothering her, something more than the case. She didn’t know if she should tell him, she could be wrong, she was probably wrong, she was tired and her mind was playing tricks on her. Still, if she was right, which she had a feeling she was, then he should know, it would be irresponsible not to say something.
“I think someone was following me,” she stated in a matter of fact tone of voice. She watched the emotions that crossed his face one after another, anger, fear, concern.
“When?” he asked, his voice was calm but his eyes gave him away.
“After I left Marian Vaughn’s house,” she replied. “When I left the house I could have sworn I felt someone watching me and I saw the same car in the mirror almost all the way here.”
“Did you get the license plate number?” he asked her and she handed him the piece of paper she’d jotted the number down on before she’d gotten out of the car. “I’ll run it.”’
“I’m probably just being paranoid, I’m tired and stressed out,” she said as he stood up, feeling foolish now that she’d said something.
“It doesn’t hurt to run it anyway, if it turns out to be nothing then that’s a worry off both our minds and if not...” he didn’t finish his sentence, just walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. Jess looked at the small stack of reports that had appeared on her desk in the few hours she’d been gone. She read the label on the top one, it was from her previous case and she took it and the few underneath it and slid them into a drawer, they could wait until she’d closed her current case.
Her cell phone rang and she looked at the name that appeared on the screen, it was her father and she debated with herself for a moment whether she should answer it. She put it down on her desk and let it go through to voicemail, she needed to focus on the case for now, she could call him back later, he’d leave a message if it was important.
Looking over at Don she saw him finish up on the phone and come back over to her. “Car belongs to a woman named Carla Grace, she’s clean.”
“Told you I was just being paranoid,” she replied.
“Didn’t hurt to check,” Don repeated. “Just... be careful anyway, if you think someone’s following you again, call me.”
She gave him a weak smile. “Will do. So Marian Vaughn had a lot to say,” Jess told him changing the subject. “She might have been Ashley’s friend but I don’t think she really likes her, or Nicole for that matter.”
“What makes you say that?” Don questioned.
“I think she was jealous, Ashley was a pretty girl, everybody liked her and she was smart, she was going places,” Jess told him. “Marian is pretty and she has her circle of friends but I don’t think she’s willing to work as hard for something as Ashley was. She gave me a few names to look up, people she claims are, and I quote ‘weird and creepy’, they’re other students mostly, one’s a teacher, I doubt anything will come of it but...”
“Gotta look into it anyway,” Don finished for her.
“Joey Finn is one of the names on this list,” she stated and Don raised an eyebrow at her. They’d interviewed Joey together, the kid had been polite and respectful, he was a good student, Jess wouldn’t have used the words weird or creepy to describe him. She had a feeling it was more to do with his social status, he was a poor kid from a rough part of the city, kids like Marian sometimes couldn’t see passed that.
“Well, we can rule him out, we already spoke to him,” Don said and Jess nodded as she pulled out her notebook and handed it over to him. “Six names, hopefully it won’t take long to check them all out.”
“We can probably do it tomorrow morning, it’ll be easier just to talk to them all at school when they’re all in more or less the same place,” Jess suggested. “In the meantime I’ll run background checks.”
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They’d known it was coming but that didn’t make it any easier, as soon as Lindsay had heard Jess’s voice on her cell phone she’d known what the detective had to say. Another body had been found, another young woman brutally murdered. The scene was the same as the first three murders, the killers, it seemed, had gotten back on track after Ashley Hail’s murder. Lindsay sighed as she surveyed the scene in front of her, it was still dark, sunrise wasn’t for another couple of hours yet and being in an alleyway gave her even less light.
The young brunette was wrapped up in a bloody white sheet, evidence of a beating on the parts of her body that were exposed and Lindsay knew there was far worse under the sheet. Brown eyes stared at her lifelessly; the girl couldn’t be older than nineteen, still a child really. Mac was already hard at work on the scene, his camera documenting everything he could see, every discovery he made. If this one followed suit with the other murders, which it would, there would be very little, if any, evidence, it had all been washed away already.
She walked over to join her boss who gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she set her kit down by her feet. The usual crowd of spectators had gathered outside of the crime scene tape despite the early hour and Lindsay drowned out their voices and the shouted questions from the media that had already arrived.
“I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking if we have an ID,” Lindsay stated as she looked at the body.
“No,” Mac replied, pausing in his work to look at her. “But I doubt it will be long, she’s no doubt in the system.”
“Which I’ll check out as soon as I get back to the station,” Jess said as she walked up behind Lindsay. “Body was found by Nigel Dorvill, he was standing outside the door of the apartment building,” Jess gestured to the building on her left. “Apparently his wife kicks him out when he smokes. He claims to have seen a blue sedan pull up, a man with a dark coloured hoody and a beard got out and got the body out of the back, took it down the alleyway, got back in the car and drove away. He hid in his doorway until they were gone and then called 911.”
“Did he see the license plate?” Lindsay questioned.
“No, he said he didn’t think to look at it, was too busy trying not freak out, his words,” Jess replied. “I’ve got uniforms canvassing the neighbourhood for anyone else who might have seen something. I’ll go see about getting an ID on our vic, I’m sure it won’t take...” Jess paused mid sentence attracting both Lindsay’s and Mac’s attention. Lindsay followed her gaze to the crowd of people outside the alleyway.
“Jess?” Lindsay questioned.
“I think that’s the guy from the construction site,” Jess said already walking in that direction. One of the men in the crowd took off running and Lindsay figured that was the guy Jess was looking at. Jess ran after him, Mac and Lindsay quick to follow her as she ducked under the crime scene tape. He ran down the street, crossing the road and attempting to run down another alleyway when Jess caught up to him. She threw her weight at him, crashing him into the wall and pinning him there. Lindsay could see her struggling to hold him there and get handcuffs on him but Mac was at her side and the man was quickly subdued.
“There a reason you keep turning up at murder scenes?” Jess questioned.
“Let me go, I haven’t done anything wrong,” the man shouted, struggling once again to free himself.
“I think you can answer a few questions for us first,” Jess replied forcing him back in the direction of the crime scene.
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Joseph Philips was being uncooperative, claiming to have just been passing by both the scenes and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He refused to say anything more than that and Jess was getting the feeling she was going to have to release him. He stared at her from across the table, he was sweating and nervous and if she had more time she might have been able to break him but for now, he was holding out.
“You can’t keep me here forever detective, I haven’t done anything, unless you’re going to charge me, I’m leaving,” he said for the third time during their interview. Jess had managed to keep him around longer both of the previous times, ask him more questions but his tone told her he wasn’t going to stick around this time.
She left the room, she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him without either something concrete to wave in front of his face or a lot more time. She had neither and with nothing to hold him on, she was forced to let him leave. She made her way back to her desk, Don meeting her at it with a file in his hand and a look on his face that told her he had more bad news for her.
“Vic is Jodi Bennett, eighteen years old, priors for prostitution,” he stated and Jess looked at him, waiting for the bad news she knew was coming. “Danny and I went to her apartment; she shared it with two other girls. One of her room mates was there, the other is missing.”
He handed her another file. “Kaitlin Stone, also eighteen and a prostitute,” she said.
“Their roommate said both girls went out to find work on Sunday night, they left together, neither of them came back,” Don told her and Jess nodded as she looked through the file quickly.
“So they kept Jodi for two days, same as the others,” Jess said. “We have no way to know whether Kaitlin is still alive or not. Why would they take two girls at once, they’ve never done that before?”
“Maybe they tried to take one and the other showed up, they either had to kill her or take her too,” Don suggested. “Or they’re just getting brave, or one girl isn’t enough anymore.”
“If they took these girls on Sunday night then they were taken on the same night that Ashley Hail was killed,” Jess stated, sighing and shaking her head, these guys were escalating.
“Did you get anything out of Joseph Philips?” Don questioned almost hopefully.
“No,” Jess replied, frustration rising up in her again. “He claimed to have been passing by and was just curious. He’s sticking to his story, if I had more time with him I might be able to get something but...”
Jess sighed again and sat down at her desk; she was fighting off a headache and running on empty. She was tired and frustrated, she hadn’t eaten since early that morning and she had a distinct feeling that she had just let the key to this whole investigation walk out of here. Joseph Philips was involved, or he knew something, Jess was sure of it.
“You need a break,” Don stated.
“I need to close this case,” Jess replied as her cell phone started ringing. She looked at the screen seeing Lindsay’s name across it and quickly picked it up to answer it. “Angell.”
“Hey,” Lindsay greeted. “So I knew I recognised the name Philips, I just couldn’t think where from so I looked through some files and then it hit me. There was a Craig Philips on the list of current and recent employees at the diner Claire Bell used to work at. He was a chef there up until five months ago when he unexpectedly quit.”
“You’re a genius Lindsay,” Jess stated as the CSI gave her the address. “Come on,” she said to Don, grabbing her jacket and heading for the door. She filled him in on Lindsay’s discovery on the way to Craig’s address. It was a nice house, in a nice neighbourhood, not somewhere you’d expect a brutal killer to live, but then most killers weren’t what you’d expect. Don knocked on the door and a man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties answered.
“Craig Philips?” Don questioned, flashing his badge which the man looked at in surprise.
“No, I’m Kyle Philips, his brother,” the man replied. “Craig isn’t here right now, is he in some sort of trouble.”
“We’d just like to ask him some questions; do you know where he is?” Jess asked and Kyle turned to her, his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary. It wasn’t new to her; it had happened before, it would happen again, she didn’t usually feel quite so uncomfortable though.
“I think he’s out with Dominic, one of my other brothers,” Kyle replied. “Can I ask what this is about?”
“We’d just like to speak to him in connection with a case we’re working,” Don told him. “Has your brother been acting strange at all, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary recently.”
“No,” Kyle replied shaking his head after a moment. “I haven’t noticed anything, whatever you think he’s done detectives, I can assure you, Craig is a good guy.”
“I’m sure he is,” Don said. “We just need to ask him some questions; do you know when he’ll be back or where we can find him?”
“I don’t think he’ll be back until late and I have no idea where he is right now, he and Dominic are probably in a bar somewhere,” Kyle laughed. “If you’ll excuse me detectives I was just on my way out.”
“Of course,” Don replied, stepping back to allow the man out of his house. He and Jess went back to the car silently, Don’s cell phone ringing as they watched Kyle Philips drive away. “Flack,” he answered his phone. Jess could only get his half of the conversation though she quickly determined it was Danny on the other end of the line. She waited quietly until Don hung up, her eyes on the house they had just left. “That was Danny; Mac lifted some DNA off the glass of water you gave to Joseph Philips, the DNA is a familial match to the DNA from our vics, another brother.”
“So it’s not him, it’s his brothers, Craig is looking a little more likely now,” Jess said, she had to wonder if that was where he and Dominic were now, if Dominic was the other brother involved.
“Mac’s getting a warrant for their DNA, I guess now we just have to wait.”
TBC
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Fandom: CSI New York
Pairing: Flack/Angell, Danny/Lindsay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When body's begin piling up and evidence is scarce the team face one of their hardest cases, and the worst is yet to come.
Chapter 9
“And what time was that?” Jess asked the construction worker. She and Don had returned to the construction yard where Ashley Hail’s body had been dumped in the hope that one of the workers there might have seen something. They’d known it would be unlikely but with so little to go on they’d had to try.
“About 9pm, I was the last person off the site and there definitely wasn’t a body here then,” the worker replied.
“How secure is the site at night?” Don asked, if access required a key then it would be pretty hard to drag a struggling girl in unless you unlocked the site first.
“Not very, to be honest anyone could walk in here,” the worker told them. Don thanked him and let him get back to work, the man nodding solemnly as he left.
“Well, that seemed like a waste of time,” Jess stated with a frustrated sigh. “At least we’re making some progress, even if it is painstakingly slow. We know we’re dealing with more than one person, we know they’re both male, we know they’re brothers. Unfortunately, that narrows it down to huge portion of the population of New York. I think we need to go... who is that?”
Don followed her gaze to the spot where the body had been found. There was a man standing there, looking at the ground. “Hey,” he yelled as he picked up his pace, heading over to where the man was standing. The brown haired man looked up and saw them; he immediately took off in the direction of the street. Don ran, hearing Jess’s footsteps behind him as they left the construction site and he spotted the man running down the street. He went after him, dodging his way through the crowd and then between cars as he followed the man across the road.
He went down an alleyway, coming out onto another busy street at the other side but there was no sign of their runner. Don looked around as Jess caught up to him, both of them breathing heavily as they attempted to find their missing man.
“That was slightly suspicious behaviour,” Jess commented breathlessly and Don offered her a half smile. “Killer come back to the scene?”
“Could be, or it could just be someone who knew Ashley,” Don replied, shaking his head. “But then why run?”
“Let’s just get back, we can put a car on the construction site, if he comes back we can get him then,” Jess suggested already heading back the way they’d come. Don went after her, still slightly breathless from the run; lack of sleep was beginning to catch up to him.
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Jess sat down at her desk and sighed, trying to shake off the feeling that was nagging at her but unable to rid herself of it. She heard footsteps approach her, knew whose they were without looking up. Don pulled a chair up next to her and sat down wordlessly; she looked up at him and could tell he’d noticed already that something was bothering her, something more than the case. She didn’t know if she should tell him, she could be wrong, she was probably wrong, she was tired and her mind was playing tricks on her. Still, if she was right, which she had a feeling she was, then he should know, it would be irresponsible not to say something.
“I think someone was following me,” she stated in a matter of fact tone of voice. She watched the emotions that crossed his face one after another, anger, fear, concern.
“When?” he asked, his voice was calm but his eyes gave him away.
“After I left Marian Vaughn’s house,” she replied. “When I left the house I could have sworn I felt someone watching me and I saw the same car in the mirror almost all the way here.”
“Did you get the license plate number?” he asked her and she handed him the piece of paper she’d jotted the number down on before she’d gotten out of the car. “I’ll run it.”’
“I’m probably just being paranoid, I’m tired and stressed out,” she said as he stood up, feeling foolish now that she’d said something.
“It doesn’t hurt to run it anyway, if it turns out to be nothing then that’s a worry off both our minds and if not...” he didn’t finish his sentence, just walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. Jess looked at the small stack of reports that had appeared on her desk in the few hours she’d been gone. She read the label on the top one, it was from her previous case and she took it and the few underneath it and slid them into a drawer, they could wait until she’d closed her current case.
Her cell phone rang and she looked at the name that appeared on the screen, it was her father and she debated with herself for a moment whether she should answer it. She put it down on her desk and let it go through to voicemail, she needed to focus on the case for now, she could call him back later, he’d leave a message if it was important.
Looking over at Don she saw him finish up on the phone and come back over to her. “Car belongs to a woman named Carla Grace, she’s clean.”
“Told you I was just being paranoid,” she replied.
“Didn’t hurt to check,” Don repeated. “Just... be careful anyway, if you think someone’s following you again, call me.”
She gave him a weak smile. “Will do. So Marian Vaughn had a lot to say,” Jess told him changing the subject. “She might have been Ashley’s friend but I don’t think she really likes her, or Nicole for that matter.”
“What makes you say that?” Don questioned.
“I think she was jealous, Ashley was a pretty girl, everybody liked her and she was smart, she was going places,” Jess told him. “Marian is pretty and she has her circle of friends but I don’t think she’s willing to work as hard for something as Ashley was. She gave me a few names to look up, people she claims are, and I quote ‘weird and creepy’, they’re other students mostly, one’s a teacher, I doubt anything will come of it but...”
“Gotta look into it anyway,” Don finished for her.
“Joey Finn is one of the names on this list,” she stated and Don raised an eyebrow at her. They’d interviewed Joey together, the kid had been polite and respectful, he was a good student, Jess wouldn’t have used the words weird or creepy to describe him. She had a feeling it was more to do with his social status, he was a poor kid from a rough part of the city, kids like Marian sometimes couldn’t see passed that.
“Well, we can rule him out, we already spoke to him,” Don said and Jess nodded as she pulled out her notebook and handed it over to him. “Six names, hopefully it won’t take long to check them all out.”
“We can probably do it tomorrow morning, it’ll be easier just to talk to them all at school when they’re all in more or less the same place,” Jess suggested. “In the meantime I’ll run background checks.”
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They’d known it was coming but that didn’t make it any easier, as soon as Lindsay had heard Jess’s voice on her cell phone she’d known what the detective had to say. Another body had been found, another young woman brutally murdered. The scene was the same as the first three murders, the killers, it seemed, had gotten back on track after Ashley Hail’s murder. Lindsay sighed as she surveyed the scene in front of her, it was still dark, sunrise wasn’t for another couple of hours yet and being in an alleyway gave her even less light.
The young brunette was wrapped up in a bloody white sheet, evidence of a beating on the parts of her body that were exposed and Lindsay knew there was far worse under the sheet. Brown eyes stared at her lifelessly; the girl couldn’t be older than nineteen, still a child really. Mac was already hard at work on the scene, his camera documenting everything he could see, every discovery he made. If this one followed suit with the other murders, which it would, there would be very little, if any, evidence, it had all been washed away already.
She walked over to join her boss who gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she set her kit down by her feet. The usual crowd of spectators had gathered outside of the crime scene tape despite the early hour and Lindsay drowned out their voices and the shouted questions from the media that had already arrived.
“I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking if we have an ID,” Lindsay stated as she looked at the body.
“No,” Mac replied, pausing in his work to look at her. “But I doubt it will be long, she’s no doubt in the system.”
“Which I’ll check out as soon as I get back to the station,” Jess said as she walked up behind Lindsay. “Body was found by Nigel Dorvill, he was standing outside the door of the apartment building,” Jess gestured to the building on her left. “Apparently his wife kicks him out when he smokes. He claims to have seen a blue sedan pull up, a man with a dark coloured hoody and a beard got out and got the body out of the back, took it down the alleyway, got back in the car and drove away. He hid in his doorway until they were gone and then called 911.”
“Did he see the license plate?” Lindsay questioned.
“No, he said he didn’t think to look at it, was too busy trying not freak out, his words,” Jess replied. “I’ve got uniforms canvassing the neighbourhood for anyone else who might have seen something. I’ll go see about getting an ID on our vic, I’m sure it won’t take...” Jess paused mid sentence attracting both Lindsay’s and Mac’s attention. Lindsay followed her gaze to the crowd of people outside the alleyway.
“Jess?” Lindsay questioned.
“I think that’s the guy from the construction site,” Jess said already walking in that direction. One of the men in the crowd took off running and Lindsay figured that was the guy Jess was looking at. Jess ran after him, Mac and Lindsay quick to follow her as she ducked under the crime scene tape. He ran down the street, crossing the road and attempting to run down another alleyway when Jess caught up to him. She threw her weight at him, crashing him into the wall and pinning him there. Lindsay could see her struggling to hold him there and get handcuffs on him but Mac was at her side and the man was quickly subdued.
“There a reason you keep turning up at murder scenes?” Jess questioned.
“Let me go, I haven’t done anything wrong,” the man shouted, struggling once again to free himself.
“I think you can answer a few questions for us first,” Jess replied forcing him back in the direction of the crime scene.
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Joseph Philips was being uncooperative, claiming to have just been passing by both the scenes and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He refused to say anything more than that and Jess was getting the feeling she was going to have to release him. He stared at her from across the table, he was sweating and nervous and if she had more time she might have been able to break him but for now, he was holding out.
“You can’t keep me here forever detective, I haven’t done anything, unless you’re going to charge me, I’m leaving,” he said for the third time during their interview. Jess had managed to keep him around longer both of the previous times, ask him more questions but his tone told her he wasn’t going to stick around this time.
She left the room, she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him without either something concrete to wave in front of his face or a lot more time. She had neither and with nothing to hold him on, she was forced to let him leave. She made her way back to her desk, Don meeting her at it with a file in his hand and a look on his face that told her he had more bad news for her.
“Vic is Jodi Bennett, eighteen years old, priors for prostitution,” he stated and Jess looked at him, waiting for the bad news she knew was coming. “Danny and I went to her apartment; she shared it with two other girls. One of her room mates was there, the other is missing.”
He handed her another file. “Kaitlin Stone, also eighteen and a prostitute,” she said.
“Their roommate said both girls went out to find work on Sunday night, they left together, neither of them came back,” Don told her and Jess nodded as she looked through the file quickly.
“So they kept Jodi for two days, same as the others,” Jess said. “We have no way to know whether Kaitlin is still alive or not. Why would they take two girls at once, they’ve never done that before?”
“Maybe they tried to take one and the other showed up, they either had to kill her or take her too,” Don suggested. “Or they’re just getting brave, or one girl isn’t enough anymore.”
“If they took these girls on Sunday night then they were taken on the same night that Ashley Hail was killed,” Jess stated, sighing and shaking her head, these guys were escalating.
“Did you get anything out of Joseph Philips?” Don questioned almost hopefully.
“No,” Jess replied, frustration rising up in her again. “He claimed to have been passing by and was just curious. He’s sticking to his story, if I had more time with him I might be able to get something but...”
Jess sighed again and sat down at her desk; she was fighting off a headache and running on empty. She was tired and frustrated, she hadn’t eaten since early that morning and she had a distinct feeling that she had just let the key to this whole investigation walk out of here. Joseph Philips was involved, or he knew something, Jess was sure of it.
“You need a break,” Don stated.
“I need to close this case,” Jess replied as her cell phone started ringing. She looked at the screen seeing Lindsay’s name across it and quickly picked it up to answer it. “Angell.”
“Hey,” Lindsay greeted. “So I knew I recognised the name Philips, I just couldn’t think where from so I looked through some files and then it hit me. There was a Craig Philips on the list of current and recent employees at the diner Claire Bell used to work at. He was a chef there up until five months ago when he unexpectedly quit.”
“You’re a genius Lindsay,” Jess stated as the CSI gave her the address. “Come on,” she said to Don, grabbing her jacket and heading for the door. She filled him in on Lindsay’s discovery on the way to Craig’s address. It was a nice house, in a nice neighbourhood, not somewhere you’d expect a brutal killer to live, but then most killers weren’t what you’d expect. Don knocked on the door and a man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties answered.
“Craig Philips?” Don questioned, flashing his badge which the man looked at in surprise.
“No, I’m Kyle Philips, his brother,” the man replied. “Craig isn’t here right now, is he in some sort of trouble.”
“We’d just like to ask him some questions; do you know where he is?” Jess asked and Kyle turned to her, his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary. It wasn’t new to her; it had happened before, it would happen again, she didn’t usually feel quite so uncomfortable though.
“I think he’s out with Dominic, one of my other brothers,” Kyle replied. “Can I ask what this is about?”
“We’d just like to speak to him in connection with a case we’re working,” Don told him. “Has your brother been acting strange at all, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary recently.”
“No,” Kyle replied shaking his head after a moment. “I haven’t noticed anything, whatever you think he’s done detectives, I can assure you, Craig is a good guy.”
“I’m sure he is,” Don said. “We just need to ask him some questions; do you know when he’ll be back or where we can find him?”
“I don’t think he’ll be back until late and I have no idea where he is right now, he and Dominic are probably in a bar somewhere,” Kyle laughed. “If you’ll excuse me detectives I was just on my way out.”
“Of course,” Don replied, stepping back to allow the man out of his house. He and Jess went back to the car silently, Don’s cell phone ringing as they watched Kyle Philips drive away. “Flack,” he answered his phone. Jess could only get his half of the conversation though she quickly determined it was Danny on the other end of the line. She waited quietly until Don hung up, her eyes on the house they had just left. “That was Danny; Mac lifted some DNA off the glass of water you gave to Joseph Philips, the DNA is a familial match to the DNA from our vics, another brother.”
“So it’s not him, it’s his brothers, Craig is looking a little more likely now,” Jess said, she had to wonder if that was where he and Dominic were now, if Dominic was the other brother involved.
“Mac’s getting a warrant for their DNA, I guess now we just have to wait.”
TBC
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