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Sitting in the Dark, Part IX
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| Sitting in the Dark, Part IX |
| 11.24.03 (2:25 am) [edit] |
Grissom was eaves-dropping as Jon spoke to Rick on his cell phone. As Jon ended the call he turned and saw Grissom pouting at him.
"Why didn't you tell me you recognized the print, Mr. Wright? You could have saved us valuable time."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me." The two men came face to face.
"Would you want to admit to having a spa-day with Tom Cruise?"
"Well," Grissom reflected for a moment. "I can understand that. Don't worry, I won't mention that in my report. Your secret's safe."
"Thank you."
"Do you have any idea where this ghost of Tom Cruise might be hiding?"
"No idea."
"No idea, hmmm." Grissom stepped back, sensing that Jon was becoming uncomfortable with Gil invading his personal space. "You must know something that might be helpful."
"UGH! You take a mud-bath with another guy and suddenly people think you're connected at the hip!" Jon threw his hands in the air. "I don't know anything!"
"Think very carefully, Mr. Wright. Until Mr. Warden gets back, your memories are all I have to go on."
Jon sat on the sidewalk and lowered his head. He was deep in thought. Visions of Tom in a plush cotton bathrobe came back to him. He remembered that annoying laugh and wondered why a man going into his 40's would wear braces on his teeth.
"That's it!!"
"What?"
"The Tom that was burned in the bonfire - it wasn't Tom! It couldn't have been him. It most have been a clone or something."
"How do you figure?"
"No braces. Tom had braces at the spa. They weren't due off for another year."
Suddenly Grissom grabbed his walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Warrick, drop what you're doing. I want you to track down Tom Cruise's orthodontist. I can't explain now. Just do it."
It wasn't long before Brass had Tom's orthodontist in custody for questioning. Under the scrutiny of Brass and Grissom, the man cracked in a few minutes and told them that he had been making house calls to Tom for the past 2 years. He said that Tom had an underground compound where he planned to remain in hiding until people became nostaglic about his films.
Brass and Grissom looked at each other. "Like that will ever happen."
The orthodontist said that he didn't know the exact location. He was always blindfolded whenever he went for a visit. He said that Penelope Cruz was supporting Tom financially and would bring him supplies.
"So the compound would be in her name?"
"Yes, I think so."
To be continued ...
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