Catherine Willows was already there, her flashlight beam cutting through the dim room. On the bed lay a male victim, his body positioned with unsettling precision. There were no signs of a struggle, no messy spray of blood—just clean, surgical incisions that suggested the killer wasn't just angry; they were disciplined.
The evidence led them to a local nightclub, a place where the wealthy came to shed their identities. Sara Sidle tracked a specific type of rare, industrial-strength lubricant found at the scene back to a boutique supplier. The trail was getting warm, but the killers were already one step ahead, selecting their next "guest" for a deadly encounter. CSI Las Vegas 4x1
"Assume nothing," Grissom whispered to himself, a mantra he lived by. Catherine Willows was already there, her flashlight beam