What The Eyes Can't See
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,157
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What The Eyes Can't See
Title: What The Eyes Can't See
Author: Liz122474
Summary: A kidnapping leads to a gathering of old friends. For a particular member of the CSI, this leads to a new friend and more.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Warrick/OFC
Feedback: It would be nice. I also accept constructive criticism and ignore flames.
Characters: All CSI: Las Vegas characters may be included in this story. There are too many OC's to mention (they would require there own chapter for that alone) but the main OC's are Emily and Brian.
Betas: HUGE KUDOS to ElfMaiden25 for being the beta on this story. She has done a marvelous job and it’s only the first chapter. So, after reading this chapter, go check her stories out and all the other authors at www.mystifyingdreams.com
*Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything relating to LotR and I am not making any money for this story.
Chapter 1
The red and blue lights of the numerous squad cars flashed rhythmically off the trees and iron rod fences that lined the street. The neighborhood was high-end, the rich and famous made their homes here away from the buzz and noise of ‘The Strip’. Between the bars of the eight foot tall fences, expansive manicured lawns laid open before large opulent homes that had become status symbols for their occupants. As visitors drove down the street to the newer sections of the area, it was easily discernable to see the evolution of the newer houses in the neighborhood, as each new member to the exclusive area tried to “one-up” their closest neighbors.
Four patrol units had sectioned off several blocks on opposite ends and no one except authorized personnel was allowed past them. Several media vans could be seen but without access, their occupants stood around waiting for scraps of information that were not forthcoming.
The large black SUV drove through the street toward one such blockade. As it pulled in close, one of the officers held up his arm motioning for the Chevy Tahoe to stop. The uniformed officer walked to the driver’s side and again motioned to the driver, this time to lower his window.
A stone-faced Warrick flashed his ID to the officer as soon as the window had lowered half way. The policeman quickly glanced at the offered piece of identification and than without a word, waved him through the barricade.
Warrick rolled his window up and carefully maneuvered the vehicle through the barrier created by the squad cars. Once straightening the car, he glanced at the man beside him.
“Any idea what’s going on?” he asked.
Grissom shook his head, “No, only that Brass wanted us here ASAP.”
Silence filled the car once again as they traveled slowly through the street. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where the crime scene was located based on the number of marked units as well as one unmarked parked in the driveway.
Warrick made a right onto the driveway and than parked his vehicle behind the unmarked car that screamed “Detective.” Warrick recognized the car that belonged to Homicide Detective Brass.
Both men disembarked from the SUV at the same time and using the remote keyless entry on his key chain, Warrick opened the back of the Tahoe.
After reaching into the organized trunk to retrieve his crime kit and waiting for Grissom to do the same, Warrick closed the trunk. The two men walked up the driveway towards the front door of the elaborate house where, through the open doorway, they could make out another uniformed officer as well as Brass.
Brass noticed their approach and quickly finished his instructions to the officer in front of him. He came forward and met the two CSI’s at the top of the short three-step staircase leading to the entrance.
“Grissom. Brown,” he greeted.
Warrick nodded his greeting at the older man while Grissom cut to the chase, “Mind telling us what’s going on?”
Brass raised his arm motioning to the façade of the house, “Recognize this place?” he asked.
The two CSI’s glanced once again at the front of the house and both shook their heads negatively and waited for the detective to elaborate.
“This lovely home belongs to one Xavier Miller,” he said and waited for the information to sink in.
Both men instantly recognized the name. Xavier Miller had the auspicious title as mayor in Vegas for the last five years. His recent re-election was a huge victory when he beat out five of his competitors by winning over eighty percent of the votes. He was also probably one of the easiest recognizable faces in Vegas since his face was printed on $5 and $25 dollar gaming chips from the popular “Four Queens Casino.” Popular, handsome and well liked, Mr. Miller was a heavy contender for governor of Nevada at the next major election. For the three men that stood before his house, this man was the one that signed their paychecks.
Warrick’s only thought was that he hoped it wasn’t the mayor who committed the crime, while he wouldn’t shy away from putting a criminal behind bars, no matter how famous, it would just mean more reporters when he had to give statement of the evidence at the trial. He hated trials and loathed them even more when they were highly sensationalized cases the media seem to feed from.
By the look on Grissom’s face, many of the same thoughts were running through his head, “What happened?”
“The mayor’s grandson was kidnapped,” Brass said and he motioned for the two CSI’s to follow him into the house.
As Brass showed them through the parlor of the house, he explained further, “Mayor Miller and his daughter were attending an opening at the Las Vegas Art Museum for a new exhibit when it took place. The nanny was the only one in residence when the kidnapping occurred. She was the one that placed the call.”
Warrick poised the next question, “How old is the boy?”
“Five,” Brass answered.
“Any suspicion on the nanny?” Grissom asked.
“I haven’t had a chance to talk to her but I’ll let you know once I have,” Brass said and turned back to the two investigators. “I don’t need to tell you how delicate this matter is. The mayor is obviously upset and would like to request a personal favor of the LVPD and the Crime Lab that this takes the highest priority.”
His look was intent at the two men and then he turned around and showed them into the living room.
Several officers stood guard over an older man that had his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a sobbing woman. They stood next to a large bay window while the other occupant of the room sat still on the sofa that faced a fireplace. Warrick assumed that the young woman sobbing in the Mayor’s arms was the daughter, Ann, while the quiet motionless female on the sofa, staring off in space was Olivia Martinez, the nanny.
As Brass entered the room, the older man looked up and acknowledged the additional presence by a simple nod. He whispered into the younger woman’s ear and patted her back before coming towards the small group.
“Detective Brass,” he said, holding his hand out.
Brass shook it, “Sir, this is Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown from Crime Lab. They’ve been assigned to the case.”
Mayor Miller in turn shook the hands of the other two men, “Mr. Grissom, Mr. Brown, thank you for coming so soon.”
Grissom, never one for political niceties, quickly got the ball rolling. “Sir, I would like to ask you a few questions before we begin.”
“Certainly, anything I can do to help bring my grandson home,” he nodded.
“While I speak with you, Warrick will speak with your daughter and Detective Brass would like to question the nanny,” Grissom continued.
Mayor Miller was about to protest that his daughter was in no condition to answer questions, but than seemed to rethink his actions and nodded slightly. He walked back to where his daughter stood, quietly sobbing into the hands that covered her face. Whispering into her ear, he helped her walk to the waiting men and than led them to other rooms of the house where the interviews could take place in private. Brass stayed in the living room to question the still motionless nanny.
*****
Warrick and Ann Miller-Ackers sat in the dining room table. Like most of the lower floors of the house, the dining room was lavish and was meant for the specific purpose to entertain guests. They sat on opposite sides at one end of the long glass topped table.
“Mrs. Ackers…” Warrick started.
“Miller…or just Ann, I hardly use that last name, not since the divorce,” she said. She was still attempting to gather herself together but occasionally a stray tear would escape. She would wipe away the wayward tear with several tissues that she otherwise clutched in her hands.
“When was the last time you saw your son?” he asked softly.
“Around six, I had just finished getting ready for the exhibit and the limo was waiting outside for my father and me,” she replied. “I had gone into the living area where he was watching one of his cartoon movies and kissed him good night since I wasn’t expecting to return until well after his bedtime.”
Noting the time on his pad, Warrick continued, “Can you tell me where his father is?”
She shook her head no, “After the divorce, I never heard from him again. We ended the marriage as…amicably as possible. I agreed not to receive any child support or alimony from him. There was no reason for me to keep track of his whereabouts afterward.”
Warrick put down the pen and looked intently at the woman, “Do you think it’s possible that your ex-husband may have taken your son?”
Without hesitation, the woman shook her head, “He never wanted children. It was one of the reasons…” she paused, “the main reason we ended the marriage.”
Picking his pen up again, Warrick asked, “Could he have changed his mind? Has he tried to contact you or your son recently?”
She smiled sadly, “No, even before we were married, he was adamant about not wanting to have children. I did, but I thought I could change his mind. Maybe somewhere down the road, we could start a family. I didn’t mind waiting. After five years of marriage, I realized that he was serious and he never wanted kids,” she paused for a moment and looked down at her clasped hands. “I still thought I could change his mind so I…I stopped taking the birth control pills.
"Less than six months later, I was pregnant…I had never been so excited in my life when the pregnancy test came up positive. The thought that Michael might be mad never crossed my mind. I was so naïve thinking that just by being pregnant the issue of having kids…that it would change his mind.” She laughed with a hard edge, remembering the scene that ultimately ended her marriage, “He came home that night and before he even put his briefcase down, I blurted it out.”
She shook her head and looked back at Warrick, “He got so quiet. I stood there for at least fifteen minutes waiting for him to say something. It felt like I held my breath the entire time.”
She was quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts and reliving the memory.
“He finally said something and the things he said were…terrible. He called me terrible names and he just kept getting louder and louder until he was screaming at me. I just started to cry and stood there as he berated me.”
“He was saying that I cheated on him. And how stupid I was because I thought I could get pregnant by another man and hoist the kid off as his.’
“I swore to him that I never slept with another man and that the baby was his. I NEVER cheated. But he wouldn’t listen and continued to scream.’
“After awhile, he went into our room, packed an overnight bag and left. I cried all night and the next morning I received by courier the divorce papers. I never talked to him directly again…only through his lawyers.’
“His lawyer spoke to me several days later and made a deal. I don’t attempt to collect child support or alimony and Michael wouldn’t leak to the media about my supposed adultery.” The tears were a continuous stream down the woman’s face, the memories of that time were obviously still close to the surface of Ann’s psyche.
She went on to explain, “At the time, dad was just beginning his campaign for mayor. He convinced me that it would be less embarrassing for me if I took the deal especially since I would be more in the public view, due to his campaigning. I just wanted the whole nightmare to be over, so I agreed.” She smiled sadly, “After the final divorce papers were signed, I never heard from him or his lawyers again.”
Warrick had written several notes during the interview, he than asked the next question softly, “Can you tell me about Henry’s nanny?”
“Olivia? She’s a godsend. I hired her through a service right before Henry was born. This was her first permanent long-term job. According to the service, she had done some small nanny assignments for high-profiled people like Tom Hanks and Senator John Kerry when their regular nannies were ill or on vacation.’
“She loves Henry, they get along so well. I can’t…won’t believe that she would do anything to harm him,” she said.
“I had to ask, Ms. Miller. It’s important to know about all individuals who are involved,” Warrick explained.
Warrick knew that he would be able to get the name and number of the service that referred Olivia Martinez at a different time, if Brass or Grissom didn’t already ask for the information.
The interview continued, “Have you or your father been threatened recently? Anybody hanging near your home or where you work? Can you think of anyone who might be willing to kidnap your little boy for financial reasons?”
“No…no one that I can think of,” Ann said after thinking for a moment. “But with dad being the mayor, it could be anyone, couldn’t it?”
Warrick scribbled a few more notes before closing and pocketing the small pad.
“I think that’s all the questions I have for now. We may contact you if we have any more questions,” he said, moving his chair back to get up from the table.
Ann Miller also stood and before walking through the door that Warrick held open for her, turned to him, “Mr. Brown…Please…find my son,” she pleaded.
Warrick looked down at the woman, who’s tears had began to flow again, “I’ll do everything I can to bring your son home, Ms. Miller.”
*****
Once the Millers and Ms. Martinez had left to stay the night at a hotel, Brass, Grissom and Warrick went over what they had learned during the interviews.
Grissom had confirmed that he had the nanny service’s name and number that he obtained during his interview with Mayor Miller. Otherwise, the interview went much the same as did Warrick’s with Ann Miller. No suspicious characters and a negative on the possibility that Michael Ackers was involved.
“Olivia Martinez reported that she had put the boy to bed at 8:30 pm, which is his regular bedtime. At about 9:00 pm she went to check on him before she retired for the evening. That was when she realized that Henry was not in bed. After searching the house, she called the police, a little before 10:00 pm, to report the possible kidnapping,” Brass summed up his interview with the nanny.
“Do you suspect her?” Grissom repeated his earlier question.
Brass shook his head, “Experience tells me not to rule her out but, at the moment, there is no evidence to suspect her. I’ll check with the agency that referred her, as well as run a background check on Ms. Martinez just to be sure.”
“I’ll also check out the father, despite the Millers belief that he was not involved in the missing boy.”
Grissom nodded his agreement then turned to Warrick, “I guess we’ll get started.”
“I’ll clear everyone out. The boy’s room is up the stairs and the second door to the left. Olivia has the room next to his. Ann’s and Mayor Miller’s rooms are on the right of the staircase. If you find anything significant, call.” With that, Brass turned and walked to the uniformed officers. Instructing them to wait outside in case the CSI’s required any help, he than walked out of the house.
“We’ll start in the boy’s room,” Grissom instructed, picking up his kit and climbing up the stairs with Warrick following closely behind.
Author: Liz122474
Summary: A kidnapping leads to a gathering of old friends. For a particular member of the CSI, this leads to a new friend and more.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Warrick/OFC
Feedback: It would be nice. I also accept constructive criticism and ignore flames.
Characters: All CSI: Las Vegas characters may be included in this story. There are too many OC's to mention (they would require there own chapter for that alone) but the main OC's are Emily and Brian.
Betas: HUGE KUDOS to ElfMaiden25 for being the beta on this story. She has done a marvelous job and it’s only the first chapter. So, after reading this chapter, go check her stories out and all the other authors at www.mystifyingdreams.com
*Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything relating to LotR and I am not making any money for this story.
Chapter 1
The red and blue lights of the numerous squad cars flashed rhythmically off the trees and iron rod fences that lined the street. The neighborhood was high-end, the rich and famous made their homes here away from the buzz and noise of ‘The Strip’. Between the bars of the eight foot tall fences, expansive manicured lawns laid open before large opulent homes that had become status symbols for their occupants. As visitors drove down the street to the newer sections of the area, it was easily discernable to see the evolution of the newer houses in the neighborhood, as each new member to the exclusive area tried to “one-up” their closest neighbors.
Four patrol units had sectioned off several blocks on opposite ends and no one except authorized personnel was allowed past them. Several media vans could be seen but without access, their occupants stood around waiting for scraps of information that were not forthcoming.
The large black SUV drove through the street toward one such blockade. As it pulled in close, one of the officers held up his arm motioning for the Chevy Tahoe to stop. The uniformed officer walked to the driver’s side and again motioned to the driver, this time to lower his window.
A stone-faced Warrick flashed his ID to the officer as soon as the window had lowered half way. The policeman quickly glanced at the offered piece of identification and than without a word, waved him through the barricade.
Warrick rolled his window up and carefully maneuvered the vehicle through the barrier created by the squad cars. Once straightening the car, he glanced at the man beside him.
“Any idea what’s going on?” he asked.
Grissom shook his head, “No, only that Brass wanted us here ASAP.”
Silence filled the car once again as they traveled slowly through the street. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where the crime scene was located based on the number of marked units as well as one unmarked parked in the driveway.
Warrick made a right onto the driveway and than parked his vehicle behind the unmarked car that screamed “Detective.” Warrick recognized the car that belonged to Homicide Detective Brass.
Both men disembarked from the SUV at the same time and using the remote keyless entry on his key chain, Warrick opened the back of the Tahoe.
After reaching into the organized trunk to retrieve his crime kit and waiting for Grissom to do the same, Warrick closed the trunk. The two men walked up the driveway towards the front door of the elaborate house where, through the open doorway, they could make out another uniformed officer as well as Brass.
Brass noticed their approach and quickly finished his instructions to the officer in front of him. He came forward and met the two CSI’s at the top of the short three-step staircase leading to the entrance.
“Grissom. Brown,” he greeted.
Warrick nodded his greeting at the older man while Grissom cut to the chase, “Mind telling us what’s going on?”
Brass raised his arm motioning to the façade of the house, “Recognize this place?” he asked.
The two CSI’s glanced once again at the front of the house and both shook their heads negatively and waited for the detective to elaborate.
“This lovely home belongs to one Xavier Miller,” he said and waited for the information to sink in.
Both men instantly recognized the name. Xavier Miller had the auspicious title as mayor in Vegas for the last five years. His recent re-election was a huge victory when he beat out five of his competitors by winning over eighty percent of the votes. He was also probably one of the easiest recognizable faces in Vegas since his face was printed on $5 and $25 dollar gaming chips from the popular “Four Queens Casino.” Popular, handsome and well liked, Mr. Miller was a heavy contender for governor of Nevada at the next major election. For the three men that stood before his house, this man was the one that signed their paychecks.
Warrick’s only thought was that he hoped it wasn’t the mayor who committed the crime, while he wouldn’t shy away from putting a criminal behind bars, no matter how famous, it would just mean more reporters when he had to give statement of the evidence at the trial. He hated trials and loathed them even more when they were highly sensationalized cases the media seem to feed from.
By the look on Grissom’s face, many of the same thoughts were running through his head, “What happened?”
“The mayor’s grandson was kidnapped,” Brass said and he motioned for the two CSI’s to follow him into the house.
As Brass showed them through the parlor of the house, he explained further, “Mayor Miller and his daughter were attending an opening at the Las Vegas Art Museum for a new exhibit when it took place. The nanny was the only one in residence when the kidnapping occurred. She was the one that placed the call.”
Warrick poised the next question, “How old is the boy?”
“Five,” Brass answered.
“Any suspicion on the nanny?” Grissom asked.
“I haven’t had a chance to talk to her but I’ll let you know once I have,” Brass said and turned back to the two investigators. “I don’t need to tell you how delicate this matter is. The mayor is obviously upset and would like to request a personal favor of the LVPD and the Crime Lab that this takes the highest priority.”
His look was intent at the two men and then he turned around and showed them into the living room.
Several officers stood guard over an older man that had his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a sobbing woman. They stood next to a large bay window while the other occupant of the room sat still on the sofa that faced a fireplace. Warrick assumed that the young woman sobbing in the Mayor’s arms was the daughter, Ann, while the quiet motionless female on the sofa, staring off in space was Olivia Martinez, the nanny.
As Brass entered the room, the older man looked up and acknowledged the additional presence by a simple nod. He whispered into the younger woman’s ear and patted her back before coming towards the small group.
“Detective Brass,” he said, holding his hand out.
Brass shook it, “Sir, this is Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown from Crime Lab. They’ve been assigned to the case.”
Mayor Miller in turn shook the hands of the other two men, “Mr. Grissom, Mr. Brown, thank you for coming so soon.”
Grissom, never one for political niceties, quickly got the ball rolling. “Sir, I would like to ask you a few questions before we begin.”
“Certainly, anything I can do to help bring my grandson home,” he nodded.
“While I speak with you, Warrick will speak with your daughter and Detective Brass would like to question the nanny,” Grissom continued.
Mayor Miller was about to protest that his daughter was in no condition to answer questions, but than seemed to rethink his actions and nodded slightly. He walked back to where his daughter stood, quietly sobbing into the hands that covered her face. Whispering into her ear, he helped her walk to the waiting men and than led them to other rooms of the house where the interviews could take place in private. Brass stayed in the living room to question the still motionless nanny.
*****
Warrick and Ann Miller-Ackers sat in the dining room table. Like most of the lower floors of the house, the dining room was lavish and was meant for the specific purpose to entertain guests. They sat on opposite sides at one end of the long glass topped table.
“Mrs. Ackers…” Warrick started.
“Miller…or just Ann, I hardly use that last name, not since the divorce,” she said. She was still attempting to gather herself together but occasionally a stray tear would escape. She would wipe away the wayward tear with several tissues that she otherwise clutched in her hands.
“When was the last time you saw your son?” he asked softly.
“Around six, I had just finished getting ready for the exhibit and the limo was waiting outside for my father and me,” she replied. “I had gone into the living area where he was watching one of his cartoon movies and kissed him good night since I wasn’t expecting to return until well after his bedtime.”
Noting the time on his pad, Warrick continued, “Can you tell me where his father is?”
She shook her head no, “After the divorce, I never heard from him again. We ended the marriage as…amicably as possible. I agreed not to receive any child support or alimony from him. There was no reason for me to keep track of his whereabouts afterward.”
Warrick put down the pen and looked intently at the woman, “Do you think it’s possible that your ex-husband may have taken your son?”
Without hesitation, the woman shook her head, “He never wanted children. It was one of the reasons…” she paused, “the main reason we ended the marriage.”
Picking his pen up again, Warrick asked, “Could he have changed his mind? Has he tried to contact you or your son recently?”
She smiled sadly, “No, even before we were married, he was adamant about not wanting to have children. I did, but I thought I could change his mind. Maybe somewhere down the road, we could start a family. I didn’t mind waiting. After five years of marriage, I realized that he was serious and he never wanted kids,” she paused for a moment and looked down at her clasped hands. “I still thought I could change his mind so I…I stopped taking the birth control pills.
"Less than six months later, I was pregnant…I had never been so excited in my life when the pregnancy test came up positive. The thought that Michael might be mad never crossed my mind. I was so naïve thinking that just by being pregnant the issue of having kids…that it would change his mind.” She laughed with a hard edge, remembering the scene that ultimately ended her marriage, “He came home that night and before he even put his briefcase down, I blurted it out.”
She shook her head and looked back at Warrick, “He got so quiet. I stood there for at least fifteen minutes waiting for him to say something. It felt like I held my breath the entire time.”
She was quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts and reliving the memory.
“He finally said something and the things he said were…terrible. He called me terrible names and he just kept getting louder and louder until he was screaming at me. I just started to cry and stood there as he berated me.”
“He was saying that I cheated on him. And how stupid I was because I thought I could get pregnant by another man and hoist the kid off as his.’
“I swore to him that I never slept with another man and that the baby was his. I NEVER cheated. But he wouldn’t listen and continued to scream.’
“After awhile, he went into our room, packed an overnight bag and left. I cried all night and the next morning I received by courier the divorce papers. I never talked to him directly again…only through his lawyers.’
“His lawyer spoke to me several days later and made a deal. I don’t attempt to collect child support or alimony and Michael wouldn’t leak to the media about my supposed adultery.” The tears were a continuous stream down the woman’s face, the memories of that time were obviously still close to the surface of Ann’s psyche.
She went on to explain, “At the time, dad was just beginning his campaign for mayor. He convinced me that it would be less embarrassing for me if I took the deal especially since I would be more in the public view, due to his campaigning. I just wanted the whole nightmare to be over, so I agreed.” She smiled sadly, “After the final divorce papers were signed, I never heard from him or his lawyers again.”
Warrick had written several notes during the interview, he than asked the next question softly, “Can you tell me about Henry’s nanny?”
“Olivia? She’s a godsend. I hired her through a service right before Henry was born. This was her first permanent long-term job. According to the service, she had done some small nanny assignments for high-profiled people like Tom Hanks and Senator John Kerry when their regular nannies were ill or on vacation.’
“She loves Henry, they get along so well. I can’t…won’t believe that she would do anything to harm him,” she said.
“I had to ask, Ms. Miller. It’s important to know about all individuals who are involved,” Warrick explained.
Warrick knew that he would be able to get the name and number of the service that referred Olivia Martinez at a different time, if Brass or Grissom didn’t already ask for the information.
The interview continued, “Have you or your father been threatened recently? Anybody hanging near your home or where you work? Can you think of anyone who might be willing to kidnap your little boy for financial reasons?”
“No…no one that I can think of,” Ann said after thinking for a moment. “But with dad being the mayor, it could be anyone, couldn’t it?”
Warrick scribbled a few more notes before closing and pocketing the small pad.
“I think that’s all the questions I have for now. We may contact you if we have any more questions,” he said, moving his chair back to get up from the table.
Ann Miller also stood and before walking through the door that Warrick held open for her, turned to him, “Mr. Brown…Please…find my son,” she pleaded.
Warrick looked down at the woman, who’s tears had began to flow again, “I’ll do everything I can to bring your son home, Ms. Miller.”
*****
Once the Millers and Ms. Martinez had left to stay the night at a hotel, Brass, Grissom and Warrick went over what they had learned during the interviews.
Grissom had confirmed that he had the nanny service’s name and number that he obtained during his interview with Mayor Miller. Otherwise, the interview went much the same as did Warrick’s with Ann Miller. No suspicious characters and a negative on the possibility that Michael Ackers was involved.
“Olivia Martinez reported that she had put the boy to bed at 8:30 pm, which is his regular bedtime. At about 9:00 pm she went to check on him before she retired for the evening. That was when she realized that Henry was not in bed. After searching the house, she called the police, a little before 10:00 pm, to report the possible kidnapping,” Brass summed up his interview with the nanny.
“Do you suspect her?” Grissom repeated his earlier question.
Brass shook his head, “Experience tells me not to rule her out but, at the moment, there is no evidence to suspect her. I’ll check with the agency that referred her, as well as run a background check on Ms. Martinez just to be sure.”
“I’ll also check out the father, despite the Millers belief that he was not involved in the missing boy.”
Grissom nodded his agreement then turned to Warrick, “I guess we’ll get started.”
“I’ll clear everyone out. The boy’s room is up the stairs and the second door to the left. Olivia has the room next to his. Ann’s and Mayor Miller’s rooms are on the right of the staircase. If you find anything significant, call.” With that, Brass turned and walked to the uniformed officers. Instructing them to wait outside in case the CSI’s required any help, he than walked out of the house.
“We’ll start in the boy’s room,” Grissom instructed, picking up his kit and climbing up the stairs with Warrick following closely behind.