“Hi, I’m Catherine Willows, this is Sara Sidle my ‘partner’. We’re with the Las Vegas Crime Lab and that is Detective Jim Brass.” Catherine laid an emphasis on the word partner and both women looked up when they heard that word. “Can we ask you some questions, about the events that took place?” She asked before anyone could say anything else.

“Whose gun is that?” I asked in order to collect the gun and put it into an evidence bag.

“That’s mine, I’m a security guard at one of the Casinos down the strip. I brought it home with me because of this case.” The dark haired women said. “My name is Joan Armstrong, and this is Jenny Wells.”

“We were so scared, I promised Jenny that I would keep her safe even if that meant that I would have to face the killer. This case just freaks us out. I placed the gun on my nightstand, we were in bed.”

“What happened then?” Catherine asked, encouraging Joan to continue.

“Jenny was sleeping, but I was still awake when I heard a noise down stairs. I heard the creaking of the wooden floor, something that you can only hear when someone is walking around. I woke Jenny up and told her to dial 911 and then I went downstairs.”

“I was so scared, I begged her to stay with me upstairs. But she insisted that she would go downstairs and show the creep who was the boss in this house.” Jenny broke in.

“Baby, I promised to keep you safe, and I really wasn’t waiting until that guy would appear in our room to kill us.” Joan said while she caressed Jenny’s cheek. “Don’t worry everything is alright now.”

I noticed the way that Catherine looked up at me. I knew why she looked at me like that, I would rather get myself killed then let anything happen to Cath or Linds. And she knew that I would have done the same. I placed my hand on Catherine’s shoulder reassuring her that I wasn’t going anywhere. She turned around and continued the questioning.

“So you went downstairs Joan, and Jenny called 911 and then what happened?”