“Let’s try and link all we’ve got and see if it gives us an area to look in.” Grissom began, “Our killer had to know Frances Wicker, perhaps he had been involved in one or both of the road rage incidents, to be able to chose her as his representative for Anger. That could be his biggest mistake, his other sinners were either well known or easily found, Wicker was not in the news or headlines so why choose her?”

“I’ve got men checking through for the victims of her road rage, witnesses, co-workers, friends etc.” Brass informed them.

“Nick, Warrick look up furniture restorers, makers of handmade furniture and map them. See if there are any near where Frances Wicker lived or worked, or if she hired one of them to repair something, or bought furniture from any of them.” Grissom directed. He waited until the two younger men had left and then turned to Brass and Catherine, “We’ll have to release to the media about the killer’s theme of killing those he feels are guilty of committing one of the Seven Deadly Sins and hope that gives Sara more time.”

“I hope to God it does.” Catherine whispered, but she could think of nothing else they could do.

The team watched the news cast on the television in the break room, each one aware of how important this was to keeping Sara alive long enough for them to find her.

“A police spokesman has revealed today that the murder of Sheriff Brian Mobley is one in a series of murders in which the victims are being chosen as sinners who, in the mind of the killer, are guilty of committing one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Forensic experts are holding tight on releasing any further information they may have. Our reporter spoke to Sheriff Mobley’s widow just after the statement from the police we go over now to...”

Grissom switched of the set, annoyed that Beverly Mobley was being put through this publicity at this time. He turned to the others, “Found anything?” he asked hopefully. They shook their heads.

“We haven’t found any furniture makers or restorers anywhere near Miss Wicker‘s neighbourhood.” Warrick informed him.

“Jim hasn’t come up with anything which might connect the witnesses of the road rage incidents, nor the victims to either furniture making or restoring, plus they all seem to have alibis for either all of the murders or at least the majority of them.” Catherine added.

“Could it be the work of two people? Maybe they’re providing alibis for each other.” Nick suggested.

“Possibly.” Grissom replied, “We have to keep an open mind, but then two makes it harder so for the moment we keep looking for one person with an eye on other possibilities.”

They began to move off to their various tasks when Catherine turned to Warrick, “Can you get a list of employees of the furniture maker and restorers and see if any of their employees live near Frances Wicker. Our killer could be a neighbour of hers; maybe he’s even experienced her road rage at some point.”

Warrick nodded and moved off to catch up with Nick to inform him of Catherine’s suggestion.

“Good thinking,” Grissom told the blonde woman, “I’m going to see how Brass is doing, you?”

“I’m going to check up on Nick, he looked exhausted and I’m feeling a little guilty.” She told him glancing in the direction the two younger CSIs had taken.

“Guilty?” Grissom queried.

“Well, this made us admit how we feel about each other, poor Nicky hasn’t even told Sara.” He nodded, and she went on, “I’ll also give them a hand, time is of the essence.”

Grissom walked into Jim Brass’ office in time to hear him say, “You’re sure it’s our man’s MO?” The captain waved Grissom to a chair. “I’ll be right there.”

“That’s another body, knife wound and the letter G carved on the outside of the dead man’s fist. I take it you’re coming?”

Grissom stood up nodding, “I’ll get Catherine, Nick and Warrick are working on finding a possible suspect. I wish to hell our man wasn’t in such a rush to get his killings done.”

“The devil’s in a hurry to claim his own.” Brass stated as they headed out the door.

Catherine had tried to keep the fact the killer had taken the life of his fifth victim from Nick, knowing how worried the young man would be once he realised there was only one more sin between this killing and Sara’s.

The man the killer had chosen for greed was Peter Killian, a loan shark. His body had been left in an alleyway behind his place of business. He lay clutching his wallet in his fist and the letter G had been carved into the back of his fist.

“It’s our man all right.” Grissom stated working the scene. “We’re down to two now, Sloth, we know who he is going to kill for that and Envy, but we haven‘t a clue…” he was interrupted by his phone.

“Grissom,” a voice snapped before he had had the chance to say anything, “we think we’ve got something.” Warrick informed him quickly. “We did what Catherine suggested, you know look for a neighbour who was involved in furniture restoration or making?”

“The suspect’s name is Frederick Holmes. He lives three blocks down from Frances Wicker and owns a small furniture restoring business just off the strip.

His route to work takes him passed Wicker’s exit onto the main road,” he allowed his voice to give an edge of expectancy.

“I’ll tell Brass.” Grissom informed him, “Keep an eye on Nick, he has not to go after this guy until Brass has assigned officers to bring him in. It will have to be well timed as we’ll have to check his home and workplace at the same time to see if he’s holding Sara.”

Suddenly Grissom’s phone rang, “Grissom, it’s Sara. I’m not sure where I am, I’m looking around for info, a woman just ran into the basement and set me loose. She ran out screaming she was sorry, she didn’t know, she’d stop him…Damn it…”

Grissom heard something falling.

“Sara? Sara are you okay?” he yelled.

“Fell over a footstool. Okay I found an envelope; I’m in Mr. F. Holmes house…”

Grissom interrupted her almost shouting the address down the phone.

“Yeah, guess you’re not that slow after all. Listen you’d better send someone after that woman, I take it she’s his wife, she’s completely hysterical. I don’t know what she’ll do.” Sara was speaking calmly as she heard her supervisor inform whoever was with him, probably Brass and the rest of the team knowing them, where she was. Now that help would be arriving soon she began to shake a little.

“I’ll send Nick over with the police and an ambulance.” Grissom told her, “Are you hurt?”

“Just a little shook up.” Was her soft reply. Grissom could hear the reaction beginning to set in.

“Hang on, they're on their way. Nick is going to ring you as soon as I hang up; he’s going to talk to you until they arrive, okay?” He could hear her reluctance to break contact with a friendly voice, his voice, anyone’s voice was a lifeline. “Listen hang up, I’ll check with the officer with him and make sure that he’s got through, you won’t be alone long.”

“Okay.” She sighed and the phone went dead.

Turning to Catherine, he began dialling Detective Artan who was with Nick. “ We have to get to Holmes’ workplace. Sara said his wife is hysterical, she kept saying she was sorry, she didn’t know, she’d stop him.” He paused and then spoke into his phone, “Good.” He turned back to Catherine, “Nick’s talking to Sara now, they’ll be with her in ten minutes.”

As he finished speaking he joined Catherine in the car and they set off with Brass to Holmes Furniture Restorers.

Brass insisted that he and the officers with him went in first. After a few minutes he gave the all clear. The two CSIs entered to find a sobbing Mrs. Holmes kneeling on the floor beside her dead husband; he had been stabbed by one of his own work knives. The woman’s top was ripped and blood was dripping from her chest.

Grissom began photographing the scene as Catherine joined the medics beside the woman and Brass. The CSI noticed that the blood was coming from a cut over the woman’s heart, it looked as though the letter E had been partially carved onto her chest. Mrs. Holmes kept speaking, muttering.

“He had her in our basement. He killed all those people.” She sobbed, turning to Catherine she whimpered, “I didn’t know,” she turned to the medic who was trying to calm her, “it was when they said the Seven Deadly sins,” she turned back to Catherine, “He used to yell at me I was envious. Did I know that was one of the Seven Deadly Sins?” she broke into tears, and gulped. “The past few weeks he‘s got worse, muttering about a woman who kept cutting him up on the road. ANGER! He would shout, another SIN!”

Catherine tried to calm the woman but had little success.

“We’ll have to sedate her.” The medic said, “You can talk to her later.”

“He just seemed to be so strange lately, he was always a kind, gentle man but lately…” She began to calm down and the medics took her out to the waiting ambulance.

Brass wandered over to Grissom, “They got Sara. Nick insisted she went to the hospital for a check up, she wanted to work the house with him. Don’t worry he packed her off.”

“I’ll send Warrick over to help out.” The CSI stated. When Brass continued to hover around Grissom looked at him, “Well?”

The detective shrugged, “It just seems too easy.” When there was no comment he went on, “Maybe I’m just used to things being more complicated, but…” He paused, “I’ve got this feeling this,” his hand swept over the scene, “just isn’t right.”

Grissom nodded, “There’s something niggling at the back of my mind. Maybe once we sift through the evidence I’ll figure it out.”

“Let me know when you do.” Brass told him as he walked away to talk to one of the officers securing the scene.