early stages of a serial killer in the making. The use of guns and knives bothers me, too, instead of one or the other. Itâs like heâs trying to figure out what heâs most comfortable with. I canât find any bullet holes in the sheep, so maybe heâs settled on knives. And another thingânow that the hotel construction has begun, he has to know his burial pit will be found, or already has been. What sort of response might that trigger? I think we should check for any recent unsolved homicides with knives or guns, and see if there are any factors in common with these killings.â
âYou think heâs already taken that next step?â
âNo way to tell, but if he hasnât, I want to find him before he does. And if he has, I want to find him before he does it again. Once youâve done a sheep, a human being is pretty much the next size up.â
âI just have a few more photos to get. Are you about done?â
âJust about,â Greg said. âLetâs finish this and get out of here. I want to get the MEâs van out here to pick up this sheepâI think itâll bear a closer examination.â
âDoc Robbins will love having a murdered sheep on his table,â Riley said.
âBelieve me,â Greg said, specifically remembering a gut-shot deer wearing a cocktail dress, âheâs had a lot worse.â
Nick had just arrived back at the lab and was on his way to Catherineâs office when David Hodges waylaid him. Lean, with short graying hair and an almost pathological desire to please those to whom he reported, Hodges was hard to like, but also hard to seriously dislike. Nick tolerated him and tried to maintain a positive attitude about him, as he did with most people, but Hodges could get on his nerves. For sure he grated on Grissom sometimes, but Gil respected his scientific ability and occasional insight, if not his personality. Nick could do no less.
âNick,â Hodges said. âBusy night.â
âThey always are, Dave.â
âYou manage to get through them, though, and usually with a smile on your face. A personâs got to admire that.â
âI guess so.â Nick nodded to the file folder Hodges carried. âYou got something for me?â
âOh, right.â Hodges shook his head briskly, as if he had completely forgotten why he had interrupted Nick. âThat oily residue you brought in? From the motel scene.â
âWhat about it?â
Hodges flipped open the folder and glanced inside. âItâs mostly diethylene glycol monomethyl ether.â
The compound sounded familiar to Nick, but he couldnât place it. âWhatâs that?â he asked with a shake of his head.
âItâs the major component of brake fluid.â
âBrake fluid.â
âSomeone walked into that room with brake fluid on his shoes.â
âThe first officers on the scene didnât secure the parking lotâwhich, frankly, was pretty disgusting. Not as bad as the room, but bad. So we didnât take specimens of the various fluids found there. I guess I could go back over, see if I can find any brake fluid.â
Hodges shrugged. âNot my idea of a good time, necessarily, but whatever you have to do. Iâll keep working on this and try to narrow it down further.â
âThanks, Dave.â
Hodges was already turning around, heading back to his lab. âItâs what I live for!â
Seeing Hodges reminded Nick that he still needed results from Wendy Simms, upon whom Hodges had a long-standing crush. Instead of continuing on to Catherineâs office, Nick decided to detour past Wendyâs workstation. She was bent over a comparison microscope when he entered. âHey, Wendy,â he said.
âNick, hi.â She flashed a quick smile, brushed dark brown hair off her cheek.
âWhatâs new in blood?â
âBlood in general, or particular