At Delta Plumbing, Danny and Flack met the manager. "Johnny Dobrev?" the manager repeated. "That man's a good plumber but he's a load of problems. Shows up for work late, shows up for work drunk, shows up for work late AND drunk." He ticked off the complaints one by one.

"Okay, we get the point," Danny cut in. "We just want to know when he will be reporting for work."

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" The manager seemed surprised. "I fired him last week. He was so angry when I told him, I thought he was going to kill me."

"Alright, thanks," Danny was dejected that the trail had led to a dead end.

Flack tried to comfort his friend. "Don't give up, maybe one of his co-workers might know his whereabouts."

"Won't hurt to try," Danny agreed.

The second plumber they talked to, Adrian Benton, remembered hearing Johnny mentioned a girlfriend. "Thinks he's a real stud. He was boasting about how his girlfriend can't get enough of him."

"Ya, I'm sure," Flack replied. "Any idea where his girlfriend lives?"

"He said she stays in Queens. I think her name is Maggie."

"Anything else you can tell us about her?"

"I don't think so... Oh wait, Johnny ever mentioned that she works as a waitress. I think she could be a blonde."

"How did you figure that out?" Danny was curious.

"Something Johnny said," the plumber frowned as he tried to remember. "He said that blondes make him hard."

"Enlightening conversations you guys have," Flack couldn't resist making a snide remark about it. He thanked the plumber and dismissed him.

Another hour of questioning did not yield any additional information. The rest of the staff echoed what Adrian had said. It seemed that Johnny was only interested in sex, women and football. Nobody really knew where he lived or the places he frequented. All knew that he had a violent temper and thought of himself as God's gift to women. A real nice guy, Danny thought.

"Looks like a dead end here," Flack sighed.

"Maybe not," Danny replied. He had an idea. "Let me go back to the lab and run a search. Maybe I will be able to find something."

"Good luck," Flack said as he bid Danny goodbye.

Back in the lab, Danny did a search in the database. He remembered what the plumbers said about Johnny's girlfriend and narrowed the results down to blonde women staying in Queens who also worked as a waitress. The search came back with 50 hits. Too many, Danny thought and narrowed the age to women below forties. It reduced the results to 35 names. Still too many, Danny thought. I need more information. Then he remembered that Adrian said her name could be Maggie. Danny eagerly keyed in the name. And got no results. "What?" Danny stared at the monitor screen and cursed.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Stella peeked into the room. "I was walking past when I heard you cursing," she explained.

"Oh Stella," Danny was embarrassed that she heard his outburst. "It's nothing. I was just frustrated with getting no results for the search."

Stella came and stood beside Danny. "Show me what you did."

Danny took her through the steps. "And when I keyed in the name... Boom! There's nothing here."

"Let me see," Stella pondered. "Maggie might be short for Margaret." She typed it in. This time the search came back with three results.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" Danny exclaimed.

Stella smiled. "You're welcome."

After Stella walked away, Danny excitedly called Flack and arranged to meet him at the home of one of the women. By luck, the first apartment Danny picked turned out to be the right one. The blonde who answered the door admitted that she was Johnny Dobrev's girlfriend.

"Do you know where Johnny is?" Flack asked.

She indicated inside the apartment with a tilt of her head. Danny and Flack entered to find Johnny sitting in front of the TV, dressed only in his boxer shorts.

"Johnny Dobrev?" Flack asked.

"What? Who are you?" Johnny jumped to his feet and scowled at them.

Danny looked at him. Johnny was a tall man with broad shoulders and close cropped hair. He had a face that could be handsome except it was marred by his cruel lips and an angry scowl.

"Police." Flack held out his badge. "We would like to ask you a few questions."

"What about?" Johnny looked at them suspiciously.

"Do you know this man?" Flack held out a photo of the dead man.

Johnny barely glanced at the photo. "No. Now quit wasting my time."

"Hey! Take a good look at this guy." Danny stepped forward. "Your prints were found in his home and if you can't give a good explanation, you will be spending some quality time in a jail cell."

"Perhaps Johnny here would prefer give his statement down at the station," Flack added.

Johnny scowled at the both of them and snatched the photo from Flack's hand. He looked at the man in the photo carefully and Danny saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. "Ya, I did some plumbing job for the guy yesterday. It was a hot day and I asked him for a glass of water." Johnny replied.

"And you left after that?" Flack asked.

"What do you think? I am not interested in guys." Johnny smirked. "Look here, if the guy is complaining that I did a lousy job or I pinched his stuff, then he's a bloody liar. You better tell him to watch out or I'll–"

"Or you will what? Beat him up like you beat your wife?" Danny countered.

Johnny glared at him. "None of your business," he snarled. "She's my wife and I'll treat her any way I want to!"

"You mean like slapping her around when you had a bad day? Or punching her when you can't get it up? And then what do you do? Reward yourself with a beer and have sex with your girlfriend here?"

A cruel smile appeared on Johnny's face. "Sure I hit her around but Jackie likes it that way. She likes it rough. You should hear how she begs for me."

"Scum! Don't you dare lay a finger on her," Danny shouted.

"What's it to you? You've got the hots for her?" Johnny sneered at him. He moved menacingly towards Danny.

"Okay boys, break it up," Flack stepped between them. He took Danny by the shoulders and turned him around so that the CSI was facing the door. "Go," he told Danny. "Wait for me outside."

Danny went quietly. He knew he had let his feelings got the better of him. He should not have lost his temper no matter unpleasant Johnny was; no matter that a poor woman in another part of New York was waiting in fear for her husband to return home. Danny rubbed his forehead with his fist. Dammit! He screwed up. Now Flack had to finish up the interview alone.

Danny waited for Flack outside the apartment. In a few minutes, Flack came out. Danny immediately apologized, "Hey, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have said that. I've let you down."

Flack did not say a word until they had left the building. Then he scolded Danny. "What's the matter with you? You totally lost control back there!"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things."

"Damn right you are!" Flack was very angry. "You have disgraced the badge that you wear."

Danny winced. Coming from a line of policemen, Danny took pride in wearing the badge and Flack's words had hit him where it hurt most. Yet with hurt came anger, and Danny fought back. "We know how he treated her! We can't just let him go scoot free and torment her again!"

"That's not our call," Flack replied. A wave of tiredness passed over the detective's face. "Look Danny, I know you feel sorry for Mrs Dobrev but there's not much we can do to help." Seeing the look on Danny's face, he continued. "However I promised you that when I get back to the station, I'll pass this on to someone who can help."

"Thanks." It's wasn't much help but Danny couldn't ask for more. He knew that Flack was going out of his way to help Mrs Dobrev on his account.

Nothing more was said about the incident and they drove back in awkward silence. Flack dropped Danny off at lab. "Hey, go back and get some sleep okay?" Flack told Danny.

"Ya, sure." Danny waved goodbye to Flack.