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Summary: Faith doesn’t join the Mayor.
AN: Thoughts are between slashes (//Thought.//)
“Greg,” said Archie to the lab tech passing by his office. “Come here and tell me what you see.”
“Archie, the last time you asked me that, Brass almost burned a hole through me with his eyes when he was told what you’d found,” said Greg resignedly.
“This has to do with the murder, not our mystery guys,” replied the Asian man.
Still wary, Greg entered the workspace.
The monitor in front of Archie held two images showing the front desk of the hotel where the murder occurred.
“Something has been bothering me about the footage from the hotel, so I’ve been reviewing it every so often to see if I could figure out what,” Archie said. “This is what I found.”
Greg looked at the two still black and white images to try and figure out what Archie was talking about. Both pictures showed the desk clerk and another hotel employee.
Not really noticing anything out of the ordinary, other than the time stamps were different, he asked, “What am I looking for?”
“The picture on the left shows the Desk Clerk being relieved to go on a dinner break,” said Archie. “The picture on the right is when he returned from his break.”
That said, Archie enlarged both pictures to a close-up of the Desk Clerk’s face.
Greg still wasn’t seeing a difference, until Archie used a pen to point to the man’s collar. The picture on the left showed a white shirt with a regular collar and a dark tie. The picture on the right showed a button down collar, though the buttons weren’t buttoned, and the tie didn’t look the same shade of dark as the left picture.
“So he changed his shirt,” observed Greg. “Maybe he spilled something on it while on his break.”
“Look closer at where his tie is,” directed Archie.
Greg could make out that the top button was buttoned in the picture on the left, but it was undone on the right. And it wasn’t just because it hadn’t been buttoned. He could tell that the collar wouldn’t close for it to be buttoned.
“The shirt’s too small,” said Greg in a whisper.
“That’s not all,” said Archie as he put up another picture in place of the one on the left. It was a close up of Mr. Takei wearing a similar white shirt with a button down collar and the top button buttoned. “Guess whose neck is smaller?”
“I’m going to put my money on Mr. Takei,” replied Greg.
“You’d be right,” said Archie.
“Also, though the cameras outside show the Clerk walking away from the hotel when he went on his break, he doesn’t show up on any street cams in that direction. The same thing for when he comes back. Time stamps show he left before the time span covering the murder and returned on the backside of that span. There is activity on the back door of the hotel shortly after he left and shortly before he came back.”
“Anyone matching the victim showing up on any cameras around those times?” asked Greg though he was certain that had already been checked out thoroughly.
“Then she was already in the hotel or she arrived after he did,” stated Greg.
“That door was only opened three more times between the two the Clerk might have done. A little over half an hour difference between those times and his possible entry and exit times. That’s another thing, he was gone for an extra half hour than a normal hour food break. Unless he’s got a better deal than most hotel employees do in this town, which I don’t think he does ‘cause his stand in scowled at him and pointed to his watch on his return, then something kept him occupied longer than it should have.”
“It still doesn’t explain how the victim ended up in the room she did, since I remember seeing the footage where he was the one who checked Sato and Takei in,” stated Greg.
“That’s for Brass and others to determine,” said Archie.
Greg nodded and left.
//Archie at least had a lead that might allow Brass to solve the murder and take his mind off the two business men. And by extension me,// thought Greg.
The fingerprint from the zipper tab on the suitcase was nice and clean but belonged to one of the elimination prints and was set aside for now.
The lab tech working on the blood stained carpet from both the room and the hall was halfway done with processing the thirty carpet tiles taken from the hotel. So far all the blood appeared to be from just the victim. The tech was saving the hall carpet pieces to last since it appeared they were stained primarily from seepage under the door and the rest were shoe prints of the woman who’d stepped in the seepage wearing open toed shoes and then hopped around in a panic once she realized what she’d stepped in. Those prints were obviously made long after the murder took place and wouldn’t contribute much in the way of evidence to be examined.
The prints from the businessmen’s car were coming up with results that the tech examining them did not like.
It was well known by now that any evidence that continued to point to a magical conclusion was not going to be well received.
Therefore, the fact that a lot of the prints from the front seat on the passenger’s side belonged to a Federal fugitive who was entirely the wrong gender to be a Japanese man made the tech not look forward to presenting his findings. Also, the fact that the prints from the front seat on the driver’s side matched several unidentified prints from the hotel room would tend to indicate Ms. Summers was indeed traveling with someone, who at least was of the male gender based on the size of the prints.
//Maybe they should call in Siegfried and Roy or Lance Burton,// he mused.
Gerard was not happy and when Gerard was not happy, no one was happy.
At least that was the opinion Brass got from being in the company of the U.S. Marshal for only two minutes. Of course Brass was already unhappy to begin with due to the way the case was going so far even without Marshal Gerard’s oh so not delightful company.
Brass was reviewing the facts that they knew so far.
“Finger prints from the crime scene indicate that your fugitive had been in the room of the two Japanese businessmen where the victim was found,” said Brass, no way was he going to mention the possibility of one of the businessmen being his fugitive. Not without more concrete evidence. “So far none of the video evidence explains how this came about. Neither is there evidence that she is responsible for the murder of the victim, though she remains our prime suspect at the moment.”
“What do the businessmen have to say?” asked Gerard. “Do they know where she is?”
“They disappeared before we could interrogate them,” replied Brass, reluctantly.
“There’s an APB out for them and other persons of interest,” he added and pointed to a bulletin with four photos on it laying on his desk.
Gerard just looked at the Detective with obvious disgruntlement over the situation.
Renfro on the other hand picked up the flyer and checked it out.
“Boss,” said Renfro as he held the flyer up to Gerard. “Isn’t this the guy you bumped into at the Ramada Inn back in Sunnydale?”
“Mr. Travers,” shouted the man who barged into the head of the Watchers Council’s office. “Our contacts in the States have a fix on Ms. Summers. She’s apparently involved in another murder in Las Vegas. Her finger prints were found at the scene. Teams 3 and 7 have been dispatched as they are closest. All other teams are on standby.”
“Well, get them moving too, you fool! I don’t want any chance of her escaping us this time!” he forcefully commanded. “And next time knock before you enter, you almost made Lydia here lose her place.”