Yes, it is true RL can stink... and glad you both waited because now I have more
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She brushed her thumb over her left eyebrow; sighing quietly, “He get a positive ID on the guy she was talking to?” He shuffled through another few pictures, and set them to the side; his eyes observantly falling upon something in the picture, then shifted in respect to her response.
“Yeah, Nick and Brass are talking to the guy right now. See if we can get a description.” A short pause, and the ringing of his phone, he dug into the pocket of his jacket. “Brown” He greeted with both authority and compassion, while on the other end was silence— before the line went dead.
With a quizzical look, she watched as his eyes examined the phone number, his brows furrowing, before he repocketed the phone. “Wrong Number?”
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“Got one fingerprint off the locket” Greg sauntered into the break room, holding a piece of paper, most likely with the test results. Sara stood up from where she was sitting, and walked over to him, “Curtis Manning” He released, and handed the paper over to her, which she gladly took with interest. “One count of petty theft, a couple years ago.”
“Well looks like he’s back in the spotlight” She added after a moment of looking over the sheet, and handed it over to Grissom, “Thanks Greg, anything else?”
“Yeah” he added, “They’re was some sticky substance on the back of the locket, like somebody had used the locket as a place to store their gum.”
Gil gazed up from the paper, “Well looks like somebody has some explaining to do”
“One Thirty Two” Gil offered, as they observed the brass numbers decorating the door of the prestigious Bellagio Hotel. A magnificent chandelier dangling from ceiling above them, as a prism of light reflected off beaded strings of crystal; adorning the form of the suspended fixture. The carpet beneath them, lined with delightful tan and brown circles--its black setting lightly blending with the hall walls.
One knock later revealed a woman in a blue wrap dress, her slender form, embraced by a versace eighteen-carat necklace centered around the v shaped curve of the dress-- as well as a gold tennis bracelet curved around her small wrist. “Can I help you?” She inquired, with a tone of confusion; her blue gray eyes reflecting a sense of concern as her brown hair fell in curls around her face.