She let out a small sigh as he saw her, and his dark eyes immediately turned suspicious.
"Reid," he said shortly. "What are you doing here?"
"The victim is a person of interest in a federal investigation."
"Heard you were a fed now. Guess you had to go somewhere."
She ignored that comment, wanting to keep this encounter professional. She explained what she'd found when she'd entered the apartment, the chase down the fire escape, and the near miss with the speeding car. As she finished speaking, an EMS team arrived and, after making a cursory inspection of the body, immediately notified the ME's office.
"So, who exactly is this guy?" Margolin asked. "And what are you investigating?"
"I'm investigating the bombing at the café yesterday. As for his involvement, it's unclear at this point."
"Well, someone didn't want him to talk."
"We'll be handling the investigation into Mr. Cray, but we'll need your help to find his killer."
He gave her a sour look. "Yeah, sure," he said, which was code for I'm not going to help you any more than I absolutely have to. "In the meantime, this is my scene. You can go."
As the detective went to confer with the officers, she took another look around Jonas's living room, but again there weren't any clues to suggest he'd recently made a bomb or was involved in other criminal activity.
The CSI team arrived at the same time as the medical examiner, and as the room grew more crowded, she took the stairs down to the lobby where several tenants were talking to more police officers.
As she stepped outside, she ran into Tyler.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"Everything is under control. NYPD will take control of the evidence and deliver Jonas's phone, computer, and any other relevant items to us early tomorrow morning."
"Do we know for sure he was the man in the café?"
"Yes. As for whether he set off the bomb, there's no definite evidence of that, but I'm sure he was involved."
"How did you find him?"
"After I showed Max Malone the sketch, one thing led to another." She told him about the gym, the Crimson Club, and chasing Jonas's killer down the fire escape before losing him, finishing with the car almost running them down in the alley.
"You've had a busy night," Tyler said, an odd note in his voice. "Where is Malone now?"
"He left before the police arrived."
"He didn't want to make an official statement."
"Well, we were together, so he didn't see anything I didn't see."
"Are you sure about that?"
She didn't like the suspicious doubt in his question. "I'm absolutely sure."
"He didn't have a chance to remove anything from the apartment without your knowledge?"
She wasn't about to tell him Max had spent time alone in Jonas's bedroom while she'd been on the phone, because she doubted he'd found anything in there, and she was already feeling like she was being interrogated by a man who was supposed to be her equal.
"Max didn't take anything. Look, I don't know you, Tyler, and you don't know me, so we're going to have to earn each other's trust. But I'm telling you the truth."
"It's not that I don't trust you, Kara; I don't trust Malone. There's something about that guy that bothers me."
"Because you saw him in a war zone under another name. I get it. He saw you, too. And he doesn't trust you either. I don't know what happened back then, and I don't care right now. I'm only concerned about the present. Do you want to go upstairs and look around?"
