"FVSA open up!" Detective Adam yelled hitting his fist on the door.
"Maybe he's not home?" David said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, the DA gave us a search warrant."
"I'll knock and if he doesn't answer we'll kick the door down," David said then waited a few moments before knocking again.
An elder woman opened the door with short curly white hair and said "Hello?" the woman pushed her glasses closer to her eyes.
"Hi, ma'am. I'm detective David Buckman and this is Detective Adam Darwood. We're with Family Violence Sexual Assault Unit and we were wondering if Greg Finch is home?"
"He's my grandson. I think he's in his painter's studio. Let me get him for you...Greg!" the woman shouted and she wandered throughout the apartment.
Greg frowned as he walked out of his studio wiping his hands stained with Navy blue paint onto his apron. Approaching the detective said in a raised voice, "I haven't done anything illegal. I paid my bail and I haven't left my apartment since being released."
"That's not what we're here for. We have a search warrant to look through your apartment." Adam said in a serious tone.
"Greg, what's going on?" Greg grandmother said holding a steaming cup of tea.
"Nothing. Do you want to go out for lunch? We can stop by the knitting store on the way back since I know you haven't been to your knitting group in a while."
"That sounds wonderful, let me get my things," said Greg's grandmother slowly left the room and collecting her things.
Greg took off his apron and laid it over one of the kitchen chairs being careful to not put paint onto the light wooden table and said: "How long is this going to take?"
"A few hours at least," Adam said.
"Fine," Greg said briskly putting on his coat.
Greg's grandmother returned to the room with her knitting bag in one hand and her purse in the other. "I didn't introduce myself, I'm Lucy," she said shaking the detectives' hands. Greg then said his goodbyes and well and he and Lucy left the apartment.
"Where should we start?" David said taking a brief survey of the apartment.
"Well, his studio seems like an interesting place to start," Adam said putting on his gloves and walking into the studio.
The room was painted white as sunlight dripped into the room through a perfectly clean window. All along the walls were canvases painted with layers and layers of caked on paint. David touched one of the paintings as pieces of the painting began to chip away and fall onto the wooden floor. David took a step back as there was a portrait of Sarah. It was a black and white piece and the only color was the colors of her eyes.
"What in the world?" Adam said staring at the painting.
David's phone rang and he touched another painting in the room, "Buckman...Sarah what's wrong...Yeah, the key's under the mat...See you soon, bye."
David ended the call and turned to Adam "I need to go. Something's going on with Sarah."
"Go ahead. I'll call another detective to help out here."
"Thanks."
David left Greg's apartment and drove home. He couldn't believe what Sarah said and he hoped he could find a way to help her.
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