Jim was trying to absorb her words as quickly as they were spewing forth, but he found himself playing catch up when she stopped. "So, this research credit, it's a vital part of a person's career?"
"Oh my yes. Well, if that's your chosen field. I myself, well I'm just an instructor. I leave the research for the more adventurous souls. But indeed, if I had worked that hard, and found out there was going to be no recognition in it, well, I certainly wouldn't have signed on with the same Professor for another term, let alone a year on a grant. No, all things considered, in light of what has happened, it's just too bad Blair hadn't been awarded the grant. Yes, just too bad."
"And the grant itself? What happens to that now?" Jim asked quickly, before she could continue.
"Well," she thought for a moment, "It would have normally gone to the next in line, which would be Blair. But, considering the...well the trouble he's in right now, I'm sure they've passed him up. Poor young man. Actually, I did hear that Ms Fisher was still going ahead with the plans, so it's possible she was able to convince the Board to let her go ahead with it. That could be. Yes, that could very well be. If she was able to show her ability to the Board, they would allow her to head up the research, but only with a solid base behind her. Which, I believe Professor Wilson had already established."
"Base?"
"Yes, you know...support staff, research assistants, teaching fellows, that type of base. If you have the right combination of researchers, the work just does itself. Well, in a nutshell. Blair would have been Dr Stoddard's first assistant, in charge of the collection of data. I still don't understand why he turned that opportunity down." She shook her head, "Just think, if he was in Borneo right now, none of this would have happened. Oh, not that I think he had anything to do with it, mind you. But at least he wouldn't be a suspect, now would he?"
Jim had entertained that same thought on the drive over. But, he reminded himself, it had been Blair's decision not to go. He had seen how important the trip was when Blair mentioned it. He hadn't wanted him to go, but he had understood that passing it up could have a lasting effect on Blair's career. It was easy to think of Blair as just his partner, and Guide. Sometimes he forgot Blair had a life away from Jim's police work and Sentinel abilities. There were times, like today, when he realized that being his partner was not Blair's career path. But, Blair had decided not to go. It was his decision. And Jim was grateful for it. He liked having the kid around, and often needed him around. No, this was not due to that missed opportunity. Blair didn't kill anyone, and he was going to prove it.
"Okay, well, thank you for all your help. If I think of anything else...." Jim stood to leave.
"Oh, certainly. You know where to find me. I only wish I had been of more help. That's the only argument that I actually caught on tape." She shook her head, making a clicking sound with her teeth as she removed her glasses. "If only he scheduled all of his arguments when I had a tape running."
Jim stopped. "All of his arguments?"
"Yes, indeed. Professor Wilson had few friends. He often engaged in heated conversations, mostly over the phone. I normally only caught half of what was being said, and at that it was only one side of the conversation, being on the phone as it was. But, I don't believe my husband mentioned them on the tapes. I could check, I suppose. Would that help?"
"Yes, it would. If you keep the tapes?"
"Oh yes. I keep them all. I'll ask my husband--if I can remember the days--well, I'm sure I can if I give it some quiet contemplation. Shall I call you?"
"Please." Jim reached into his back pocket. "Here's my card. If you find anything on your tapes, or think of anything, anything at all, please call me."
She accepted the card, putting her glasses back on. "I certainly will, Detective. I'm just sure Blair is innocent."
"Yes ma'am, so am I." Jim slipped the cassette tape into his shirt pocket as he left, closing the door behind him. He stepped over to Professor Wilson's door, broke the seal on the tape, and entered the office. Once inside he walked around the white tape still on the floor, outlining where the Professor's body had been found. He glanced around the room, letting his eyes scan the area slowly. The blood was still on the carpet in the office, having been closed to outsiders the office was not allowed to be cleaned until the investigation was over. He focused again on the blood that had been stepped in, trying to discern a sole print in the smear. There was none. No matter how hard he tried, all he could see was a flat print, no tread or markings of any kind. It was as if something hard and flat had been pressed into the blood, but there were no other blood smears found in the office other than those on the floor. He switched focus to smell, trying to find more blood, maybe a spot or smudge that forensics had missed, but he was unsuccessful.
Part 5
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"Excuse me?"
Jim was startled out of his focus by a quiet knock on the door. He looked up to see a young woman, in her twenties, with long black hair hanging loose, and a skirt that threatened to reveal too much at any time. "This is a crime scene, Miss. You'll have to stay out there."
"Yes, I know. I'm Kathy Fisher. I was just wondering if I could get to some of those files back there? There's a shelf of maps and files and things that I need very badly."
Jim glanced over to the cabinet she was pointing to, then walked over to the door, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Miss Fisher, everything in here is evidence right now. May I have a word with you?"
She released her hold on the door and stepped back into the hallway. "Sure, I suppose so. I have class in thirty minutes, can we walk? My class is on the other side of the campus."
Jim closed the door and replaced the seal, "Sure, lead the way."
She turned ahead of him and began walking down the corridor, towards the far exit. Jim was beside her when she slipped, and he caught her by the arm, steadying her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. They cleaned the carpet last night." She regained her balance and lifted her feet one at a time. "It's these shoes. They are going cause me to break my neck one of these days."
Jim idly looked at the shoe she was examining. Women's footwear was never an interest of his, but he realized they had a flat heel. "What's wrong with them?"
She put the foot down after examining the offending shoe and shook her head. "Oh, nothing really. They just slip a lot. No grip." They were at the exit now and both stepped into the cool afternoon air. "So, what can I help you with, Detective?"
"I was wondering, about the research grant. I understand if Professor Wilson was unable to take it, that it would most likely have gone to Blair Sandburg?"
"Yes, most likely. But, under the circumstances, it didn't."
"Oh? And where did it go?"
"To me, actually." she replied. They were walking across the campus, sticking to the paved sidewalk and walking at a leisurely pace. "I was stunned, but they accepted my proposal to continue in Professor Wilson's place. That's why I need those files and maps. Do you know when I might get them?"
"When the investigation is over. Until then the office will have to remain sealed."
"But, I thought Blair was arrested? I mean, how much more is there to investigate?"
"He didn't kill Professor Wilson. And until we can find out just who did, the case is open." He paused and she stopped, looking up at him. "You said you were present during an argument between Professor Wilson and Blair. Can you tell me about that?"
She looked around, waiting until the three students passing them were out of earshot. "Well, like I told the officer that night, Blair came up to the office to speak with Professor Wilson. It was on my behalf, I'm afraid." Jim raised his eyebrows and she continued. "You see, I was rather upset at being slighted in a paper the Professor had published. I did quite a lot of work on it, and, well, he didn't see fit to give me any credit for my work. I was in Blair's office that afternoon, kind of venting steam I suppose. Anyway, Blair got pretty upset, and insisted he speak with Professor Wilson about it. He was going to demand
that the paper be re-written, giving me some credit, as well as a few others. Well, I wasn't going to let him. I mean, Professor Wilson and I had discussed it the week before, but I was still upset. I shouldn't have let him. This could be partially my fault."
"What exactly did they say?"
"Well, I don't remember exactly, except that Professor Wilson began to call Blair's work a waste of University resources. He said if it weren't for Blair's teaching skills, he wouldn't be there at all. Of course, Blair defended his Sentinel theory. I mean, he has documented cases and everything. And Dr Stoddard certainly thought highly of him. Well, they began shouting, and Blair said something about how he deserved the grant, and it should have been his, and how he could still find a way to get the award."
"But I thought it had been decided months ago?"
"Yes, it had. But, if you can prove any prejudice to the Board, they have the right to change their minds. I didn't think Blair wanted to do that, you know, try and get the decision reversed. He just didn't seem all that upset about it." She shrugged. "I guess I was wrong." She indicated her need to keep walking and Jim followed.
"So you were in the room at the time?"
She nodded, "Yes, for most of it. I came upstairs a few minutes after Blair had gone up there. I wasn't going to, but I could hear them from downstairs. I knew they were fighting. It wasn't until I came into the office that I heard anything they were saying. I think the entire floor heard them, it was pretty loud."
"I checked. The only other person to hear the argument that night was a Professor Kinyon."
Kathy laughed. "Ah, yes. Professor Kinyon. She can go on, can't she? Yes, I suppose she would have heard them. She really has excellent hearing. And she's usually in her office around that time of night, if I remember correctly." They stopped just outside the door to a building Jim identified as the Communications Center, from the large stone sign. "Well, if you'll excuse me....I have to get to class."
He glanced at the sign again, then back to Kathy. "I though you were in Anthropology?"
"Oh, I am. But my boyfriend's a Communications Major. He's out sick today and I promised to tape this lecture for him." She produced a micro cassette recorder from her purse. "We do this now and again."
"Well thank you for the time. I'll be sure and check on those files for you in the Professor's office, but I wouldn't count on them soon."
"Damn. I need those files before I leave."
"Leave? Where are you going?"
"Well, to the Amazon. The research group has to get settled in as soon as possible, before the weather turns."
"You do realize, that until this case is closed, you'll have to remain in Cascade? As a witness."
Kathy was turning to join the group of students that were beginning to enter the lecture hall when she stopped. "What? How long can that take? I have to get this project started within the month."
Jim shook his head, "You might want to contact a lawyer, Ms Fisher. At the least, you'll be subpoenaed to testify."
She looked at him for a moment and Jim tried to read her face. He was always good at reading the eyes of a suspect, and he definitely had her pegged at the top of his list. Now, to prove it.
"At the least...Detective?"
"Yes ma'am. You'll miss your class." Jim indicated the thinning group filing past and tapped his watch. "I'll be in touch, Ms Fisher." With that he left. She was still standing there, with her cassette player in hand, watching him go.
He fingered the cassette tape Professor Kinyon had given him all the way back to the truck. Once inside, he slipped it into the player and pulled out of the parking lot. He was going to head back to the Precinct and get a copy made of the tape, but he heard Blair's voice in the back of his head, telling him how he was a biological forensics lab, and to just trust his abilities. So he turned the corner and headed back to the loft. It was getting late in the day, and Blair was most likely up now, pacing the floor in his usual fashion, waiting for word on the investigation.
The lecture on Tribal food preparation rituals nearly caused him to fall asleep at the wheel. There was no way he could focus on the background sounds and drive at the same time. He ejected the tape and carried it upstairs, putting it in his shirt pocket as he unlocked the door. Blair was there, standing in the living room, his coat half on. Or was it half off?
"Where do you think you're going?" He tossed his keys on the table beside the door and pushed it shut, standing in the way of Blair making any exit.
"Nowhere. The damn car still won't start." Blair was trying to pull his arms from his coat and he winced, crying out softly.
Jim walked over, grabbed the coat, and pulled it off his friend's arms. "Sit down. You're not going anywhere." He hung up the coat and put a hand on Blair's back, directing him to the couch. "What were you trying to do, anyway? Skip town?" He smiled.
Blair sat down slowly, holding his right arm around his stomach as he did so. Jim's hands were on his arm, lowering him down. "No. I was looking for you. You wouldn't answer your cell phone. You've been gone for hours. Ow!" Blair winced as he sank down into the couch.
Jim watched him for a moment. The bruise on his jaw was purple and ugly. There was another, higher on his cheek, but it hadn't swelled too much. He could make out the purple outline of a man's fingers around Blair's throat, visible from underneath his shirt. It was hard to take comfort in knowing that the men who beat him were up for life sentences already. There was no more he could do to punish them. Which is why, no doubt, they had gone ahead and attacked Blair in the holding cell.
"The cell phone was on all day, just like always. I was at the University talking with a Professor Kinyon."
Blair sat back, leaning his head against the back of the couch. "I'm surprised you made it back alive." he joked, trying to smile around his split lip.
"Yeah, she's something." Jim stood and walked into the kitchen. "You eat yet? Want some Chinese?"
"No, Jim. I'm not hungry. What did you find out? Why were you talking to Professor Kinyon?"
Jim opened the refrigerator and began removing Chinese takeout boxes. "Have you eaten anything today?"
"No, Jim. What did you find out?"
"There's plenty here." He pulled out the last box and began opening them.
"Jim, please..."
"Okay." Jim grabbed some pots and turned on the stove. "First of all, I know who did it."
"What!" Blair sat up suddenly, then gasped in pain and fell back, pressing his head into the pillows of the couch.
"Dammit Sandburg..." Jim hurried over to the couch, placing a hand on Blair's shoulder. "Would you just take it easy? I told you I'd get this figured out." He waited there, watching his friend until Blair opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily through his nose and flashed Jim a dirty look. Jim smiled and removed his hand, walking back to the kitchen. "Now, if you'll be good for a few minutes, I'll tell you."
Blair didn't reply and he smiled again, shaking his head at the younger man's recklessness.
"Okay, I give." Blair said quietly.
"Kathy Fisher."
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"What?!" Blair exclaimed, but this time he didn't jump. His stomach hurt too much. "Kathy? Come on Jim, why would she--I mean how could she...?" He shook his head in disbelief.
Jim was watching him from the kitchen as he warmed up the Chinese food. "I'm sure she had some help. Her boyfriend, most likely, but only in the set up. That spear of yours was pretty damn sharp. It's possible she could have done it herself. If Wilson had no reason to suspect that whoever else was in the office with him at the time was about to thrust a spear into his back, it would catch him completely off guard." He stirred the warming take-out. "She had opportunity, being there with him all night."
"But Jim, what about motive? God, they were about to go to South America. She'd be shooting herself in the foot. It doesn't make sense." Blair was trying to turn and face Jim so he wouldn't have to get up. He was having trouble sitting still, but getting off the couch
earlier, when he made the decision to go find Jim, had taken nearly 20 minutes. The trip out to the car, then back upstairs, more than a half hour.
"Greed, Chief. Oldest motive in the book." Jim was dishing up the Chinese now onto two plates. "She convinced the board to give her the grant, and let her head up the research in Wilson's place. I understand that's quite an achievement? It would have gone to you, but if you were in prison, she stood a better chance." He walked into the living room now and set a plate on the coffee table in front of Blair, "Eat." he said, sitting on the chair across from him.
Blair didn't even look at the food. His stomach had barely kept the coffee down that morning, but he had been feeling the effects of no caffeine for more than 24 hours and had really needed that. Now, the smell of food brought to mind the taste of blood still in his mouth. "I don't understand."
"I know, it's hard to believe someone could do this to someone you know. Let alone frame you for it. It's natural to feel betrayed and confused."
"But why kill him? She was going to be with him in the Amazon. She was his research assistant."
"Yes, but they tell me Wilson had a habit of not giving credit where credit was due." Blair nodded. "And, if Professor Kinyon was telling the truth, then this credit was pretty damn important to a researcher. Someone's career could be made or broken by it, is that true?"
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