*** I own nothing***
"Danny, you need to tell Mac. It's been two months already. He's already not going to be very happy with you, and you're just making it worse by not telling him!" Lindsay said as she and her husband drove in the SUV to the scene they were going to.
"I'll tell him, just not today."
"Why?"
"I'm hoping it'll turn up."
"Danny, you've been saying that for the past two months. IT'S NOT GOING TO SHOW UP." She said, voicing her frustrations.
"Lindsay, relax and don't worry about it, this is my problem and not yours."
"Danny, we're married. Therefore it is my problem." They were almost to the scene, about half a block away when Lindsay said "Park here, you're not going to get much closer." Danny pulled up to the curve and they grabbed their kits before walking down the alley.
"Jake Robertson, 22. Apparent gunshot wound. Garbage man found him while doing his rounds." Flack told them as they walked up.
"Isn't it a bit late for him to be out?" Lindsay asked.
"He said he's running behind schedule," Flack answered.
"Clear signs of defensive wounds. By the looks of it, the he's been dead for a few days," Danny said looking at the body. He had scratches all the way up his arms and across his face.
"Dump job?" Flack asked.
"Looks like it," Danny responded.
"Crap, my camera's still in the car, I'll be right back" Lindsay said. She walked back to the car, and opened the side door to the car where her camera lay she bent down to get it and suddenly she felt something against the back of her head.
"Say anything and you're dead" she heard the voice say. "Don't move," she felt him reach along her waist and grabbed her gun. "Now turn around slowly and walk with me." She did as she was told, hoping someone would see what was happening. As she turned around she saw Shane Casey next to her. "Weren't expecting me now were you? Walk." He made her walk three cars down and pushed her into the backseat, then hitting her with the gun in the head, she passed out.
***Please Review***