"So, where are we?" Grissom asked, announcing his return from handing out assignments to the rest of the team.

"You wanted to know if Mantis had anything on, I have the transcript of Terry Franklin's statement here. He said she went to the bathroom to get a condom and came back dressed in a short satin robe. Under it, she had on a strapless bra and matching panties. He said he removed the bra and panties but he didn't say whether or not she kept on the robe. I suppose we all assumed it was removed." Chloe answered.

"I think she kept it on. Maybe used it to keep from getting covered with blood or to clean up with afterward." Grissom replied.

"I hadn't considered that. One other thing of note from his statement, he said she was shaved."

"As in no pubic hair?"

"Correct."

"Well, that's not unusual for Vegas and I suspect it's not in L.A., either. However, it would eliminate one possible mode of evidence for us." Catherine stated, then added. "You know, I've been wondering; where is his car?"

"And, the man with the answer, is me." Brass proclaimed, entering the lab. "Silver Honda Accord, it's in the Stargazer parking lot. I figured you'll want to check it out then it can be towed in. More importantly, the vehicle she listed, when she checked in, doesn't exist. The plate number traces to a blue Ford LTD in Hawthorne; she listed make and model as a white Chevy Impala. I've requested a listing of white Chevy Impala plates for the state, thinking she might have listed a number or letter, one off her own plate."

"We've tried a similar angle before and got nothing." Rob interjected.

"Chloe, do you have GC/MS spectra of the compounds she spiked the drinks with?" Grissom inquired.

"Yes." She answered, hunting through her briefcase to retrieve the data.

"Good, I'd like Greg to do a comparison with the backwash from the beer bottles."

"The spectra is from blood. It may have metabolized."

"Greg?"

"I'm all over it, boss. If I can't figure it out, I know people who can." Greg enthusiastically answered, collecting the vials and comparison spectra.

"You have a spray paint can logged in as evidence. I don't think I've ever seen that one before." Chloe noticed as she continued to peruse the evidence summary.

"I collected that. I thought I caught a whiff of fresh paint. What caught my interest was, the can was sitting by a concrete wall on the empty lot between the Stargazer and the Magness. There was fresh graffiti and the tag line didn't appear finished. I thought maybe the `artist' was interrupted and set it there, planning to finish later. Could be a potential witness. I logged the prints I lifted with the rest of them from the room." Catherine spoke, then whispered to Grissom. "You were busy torturing Greg in the Dumpster."

"I was instructing." He corrected with a slight smile and a wink. "I'm glad you were doing something useful….besides avoiding Dumpster duty."

"I've done my share of Dumpsters, Mister!" In a more audible tone, she added. "I'll check with Jacqui about those prints."

The prints matched to one Michael Redding, 17 years of age; a frequent runaway with a list of charges that escalated to selling `Chips', cigarettes laced with PCP, at a Rave in the desert over a year ago. His mother was listed as Columbine Redding of Moapa located approximately fifty miles northeast of Las Vegas.

"I'll go see the juvenile detail, find out where this kid is likely to hang out and pick him up for questioning." Brass took the printout and left.

"I'd like to view the crime scene." Chloe requested.

"Well, we need to check his car and I'd like to poke around the Magness a bit." Grissom replied.

TBC