An officer showed me the way; we walked into a house that looked like a family home: Two cars in the driveway, a bike in the front yard and some toys on the floor in the living room. We went upstairs and that is where I got my shock, we didn’t proceed to the master bedroom, no, we rounded the corner and we went into a little girl’s room. The room was pink coloured and the floor and bed were covered in stuffed animals, the cabinet in the corner held a big collection of beanie bags. The sheets where covered in blood, and more blood was dripping on the floor. The scene was so unrealistic; a little girl, she couldn’t have been older than six, was lying on the bed, face down.

"Miss, can I go or do I have to stay?" the officer asked me, I turned around and looked at him.

"No, you can go, just don’t contaminate my crime scene." He turned around and walked outside as soon as he could.

Well it was obvious why Grissom assigned this case to me, he knew that Cath hated crimes in which kids where the victims and that she would do anything to nail the ***** who did this and totally forget about her other responsibilities. A couple of weeks ago I had to pull her away from some woman that was the girlfriend of her ex-husband, she’d almost killed Lindsey in a car crash. They all thought that I’m this tough woman, and that a murder of a child didn’t really bother to me, which was a stupid idea. Just shows how well they really know me.

A couple of minutes later I was taking some blood samples, and I was searching for other evidence that might identify the killer. Suddenly I heard a thud coming from the closet, I turned around and in one movement I pulled my gun out and the safety down. I walked thought the closet and opened the door. Staring at my gun was a little boy, who was trying to make himself even smaller in the corner of the closet. He was scared and shocked.

Chapter 2

What I found in the closet

I quickly put away my gun, and I called downstairs.