It was later that day, Mac went to the M.E.'s office to find the exact cause of death of Duncan Malone. Sid Hammerback was still working on the autopsy when he came in.

" Sid, what you got for me?"

Sid looked up.

" The C.O.D., single gunshot wound to the head. No other sign of trauma. This young man was in perfect health. Contacted the parents and they're on their way in. This is what I don't like about my job sometimes. We get victims that are so young and their lives are taken in a heartless act."

Mac then looked outside the room to see two people standing there.

" Those must be the parents. I hate seeing people going through a hard time and having to identify the body of a loved one," Sid said.

Mac only nodded his head and went outside the room.

" Mr. and Mrs. Malone?"

The two people just nodded their heads.

" Dean Malone, my wife Sally."

" I'm Detective Taylor, I'm from the crime lab. I'm sorry about your loss."

Mac noticed the look on Mr. Malone's face.

" Do you know who did this to our son detective?" Dean Malone asked," Who would kill our son?"

" We're still looking into it. Did Duncan have any enemies? Friends? A girlfriend?"

" No," Sally answered," Everyone loved Duncan. He didn't have too may friends. The ones he had over, seemed harmless."

" So he lived at home?"

" Cheaper then living in one of the dorms or an apartment. Plus, he wanted to be there with his baby brother and sister," Dean answered.

" They're not babies anymore, they're 12 now, but Duncan loved them and they adored him," Sally added," Especially his sister. What are we going to tell them about their big brother?"

Mrs. Malone then burst into tears.

" Mrs. Malone we're going to find out what happened to Duncan. We're checking all leads and we had witnesses, but there's not much to go on."

" So you're telling us, this might take awhile?" Dean asked.

" Mr. Malone I know that you need some answers, but I can't give you much right now."

Mr. Malone nodded his head. Mac saw the look in the man's eyes. It looked like Mr. Malone wanted to pound on something or someone.

" We need to get home to Kaylie and Kevin, they might be 12, but they're can't stay home alone that long. Come on Sally."

" The babysitter is there Dean. We need to finish up here. We need to collect Duncan's things, unless of course it's still considered evidence detective."

" I'll make sure you get them as soon as possible."

" Thank you detective. If there's anything else you need to know?" Sally asked.

" Again I'm sorry for your loss. I think we have all we need for now. You'll be contacted as soon as new information comes in."

Dean shook his head.

" If you're really sorry, you'd be out looking for my son's killer, not standing here talking to us."

" Dean."

" We have a team on it."

" Good. At least that's a start."

Mac watched as Duncan's parents left the M.E.'s office.

" Sounds like a tough one there," Sid said coming up," The father?"

" He just wants us to find Duncan's killer and that we will."

Back at the lab sometime later, Mac was waiting on word, anything that would point them into the direction of the killer or the missing witness. As the hours passed, nothing new was coming. Mac didn't notice Stella coming up.

" Hey Mac."

Mac looked up from the evidence he had to see her. Stella Bonasara had the day off, but came in to see if the lab needed any help.

" Hey Stella. How's your day off?"

" Boring. It seems you could use some help."

" I could, finding a missing witness. She saw what happened in that music store murder, but so far no leads on who she is or where she is. All we can get is what's on the surveillance. What she saw spooked her and she ran out the back door. A print was found, but no matches in the system."

Stella just nodded her head.

" The parents came to identify the body. I have no answers for them except that their son died from a single gunshot wound to the head."

" Did they say anything about friends or enemies?"

Mac shook his head.

" Nothing we can go on Stella. The neighborhood was canvassed, but no solid leads. We have to find our missing witness. She's the key to this."

Meanwhile, Abigail sat in the motel room still scared out of her mind. She didn't know what to do or how to approach the situation. She pushed her brown hair out of her dark eyes and laid back.

" Why did this happen? Why did I have to see it?"

Abigail got up and paced around. The more and more she thought about it, the more nervous she got.

" I can't live like this. Maybe if I tell the cops what I know, then maybe I can feel better."

Abigail then again sat down. Her nerves were all tied in a knot. A part of her felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, but another past of her felt that there was everything to be afraid of.