Charged

Crush. 11.

Chapter 11.

"So what drug is it?"

Tom asked, leaving the phone on the countertop while he made tea, so the others would hear Gerald loud and clear. Avoiding multitasking.

"It's diphenhydramine. It was probably used to make her sleepy and tired enough to kill and, do something else to her. In her case, probably rape. It could have been used for many things, if the user was a male." Gerald informed. Tom gave out a long sigh then huffed out air with an unsurprising look.

"Diphenhydramine. That means someone did drug her." Catherine said leaning closer to the phone on the countertop. Pulling herself up with her two elbows as anchors. She drummed her fingers on the countertop waiting for Tom to finish up with her coffee. He made a pretty decent cup of coffee. "Thank you." He passed it to her and she grasped it childishly, with a satisfactory smile.

"What about you Greg?" She crooked her head to the living room where Greg sat, watching as he goes through files on Nicky more thoroughly in case they missed something.

"Nah, I'm good." He said not even raising his head to them. He wasn't really into the whole, getting praises for being right bit. Self-effacement was his strong suit. That was one thing he had in common with Tom.

"Thanks Gerald." Tom took his phone from the counter, "yeah anytime. I'll call you when something comes up." "Yeah." Tom ended the call with a push of a button. He dropped his phone roughly on the counter and took a long sip of his coffee. With his left hand in his pocket.

"Found anything?" Catherine turned back to Greg, this time with her whole body facing him. "Nothing. I also checked up Henry. He's clean. No criminal records or crazy family tremors." Greg sighed dropping the files he held back on the pile of other reports on the center table. It was annoying to not have any leads on the murderer whatsoever.

"I need to check something up real quick." Greg stood grabbing his jacket from the headrest of the couch. "Where are you going?" Tom asked. "There's someone who caught my attention today. Hopefully, this becomes lead." Greg wore the dark brown waxed cotton jacket and flipped his messy hair. Pushing his slick her back and popping out a little of his forehead as a few strings of hair forced their way to the front.

"I'll be back soon." Greg rushed out without looking back.

"What's up with him? I always did know Greg was hardworking but it's like he's absorbed himself with work loads and case solving. All this started after the case in Las Vegas and that weird accident." Catherine folded her hands bewildered by his sudden change in character.

She glared at Tom for answers but he pretended to not see her looking at him and turned to face the kitchen cabinet. "To think of it, you too. Did something happen on the case in Las Vegas?" He turned to clarify her doubt. "No, it was just a normal murder case. I'm sure Greg's fine. He's probably just doing this so we end the case before Thursday. He really wants to know what the Chief thinks of him." Tom assured, nodding and trying to avoid too much eye contact. Catherine had a knack for finding out things by just looking into your eyes.

"You're hiding something." She squinted her eyes at him as she leaned in on the counter. "What could I possibly be hiding from you?" Tom tried to keep his eyes still so she wouldn't figure it out. "Hmm." She sighed and leaned back. It's was clear she wasn't satisfied with that response. "Let's get back to work." Tom eagerly moved around the counter and rushed to the living room to continue what Greg was doing.

"Sure." Catherine postponed her worries for later and got back to work as well.

"Hello?" Greg called reaching out for his badge and flashing it to Selene. "You were with those cops from earlier today." Selene recognized with a light smile while she crossed her hand over her chest. "I thought I answered all your questions." She seemed disturbed by his visit. "It's not you I came for. There was a man here earlier in the day. A black cap, black jacket, kinda like a loner at the corner of the room. Probably sits there all the time," Greg said in a low but hearable tone. "Kent? Yeah, I do. He comes here a lot. He was here minutes ago but left." Greg adjusted his seat properly and continued, "who is he?"