Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
"Here drink this" Stella instructed her friend as she handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
"Thanks" he replied taking it from her and clutching it between his hands as he slumped into his desk chair. "Sorry Stella" he told her softly.
"Hey you have nothing to be sorry for" she told him gently, perching on his desk in front of him. "Tell me more about Lee" she requested, wanting to know everything she could about the latest victim.
"He was a normal guy, did his service in the marines- met a girl, fell in love and got married" Mac told her, his tone weary, "He moved to New York shortly after he left the marines- he was from Chicago originally, not far from me" he continued.
"Were you still in touch?" Stella asked him, interested in the glimpse of her friend's past.
"We drifted apart after Claire died" he told her sadly. "I went to his kid's christening, he came to Claire's memorial, but not like before" he concluded.
"I am sorry Mac" Stella told him softly.
"It was just a shock, I hadn't seen him for six months and didn't expect the next time I saw him to be like that" he told her. "Anything obvious at the scene?" he asked her, his professional façade fully back in place.
"Not really, Hawkes is processing. Don is collating the statements from all of the neighbours but so far there isn't much to go on. Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt him?" she asked.
"No, no one. I mean he was a marine, but only like the rest of the 1/8- there is nothing that springs to mind" he told her thoughtfully.
"What about after you left?" she asked, and he quirked his eyebrow at her choice of words. She smiled a little in acknowledgement- she knew that once you were a marine you were always a marine, but she couldn't think of any other way of phrasing it.
"Not that I know of" he told her ""I can contact some of the guys and do some digging- I guess I should let some them know anyway" he finished with a sigh- finally reaching for the coffee and taking a sip. "Keep me updated?" he asked her needlessly.
"Of course" she replied, before taking her leave and heading out to do some digging of her own.
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"Ok Brent, thanks anyway" Mac finalised what felt like the hundredth call of the day, hanging up the phone. He leant forward and rested his head in his hands, suddenly exhausted. No one from the Marine Corps had any idea why Lee would have been killed. He was no closer to finding why his onetime dear friend had been so callously murdered along with his family. He got to his feet and headed to the lab, intent on finding out anything that would lead the team to solving this case.
"Have you got anything?" he asked Lindsay softly as he walked up behind her.
"All three of them were shot with a 9mm, Danny is conducted the ballistic checks now" she told him, and just as the words left her mouth the aforementioned detective joined them
"All three shots were consistent with a sig sauer- more exactly a SP2022" Danny told them, handing his boss the pile of papers that he was carrying.
"That's what most cops use" Mac commented softly, his brow furrowed as he flicked through his colleagues findings.
"I have run a check with all local divisions to see if any NYPD officers have reported losing or misplacing their service weapons. The 12th are running a gun amnesty- so they are checking their books for any that match the make and model- although obviously they can only see if it has been cashed in they can't ask any questions" Danny told him, his frustration clear in his tone. "Adam is running the prints and DNA through the system to see if anyone comes back" he finished. Mac nodded at his update, and briefly smiled his thanks before heading back into his office, his own Sig attached to his belt he shrugged on his jacket and headed out. Danny and Lindsay watched him leave, concern etched on both of their faces. "Boss sure is taking this one hard huh?" Danny commented, and Lindsay nodded in agreement before turning back to the microscope, determined to do a thorough examination.
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Mac sighed as he stepped into his truck, he was desperate to look over all of the evidence himself, but knew full well that it wasn't an option- he could not directly process anything, he was far too involved in the victims for that to happen. He started the engine and began his short drive home, for once leaving work early and heading to his apartment.
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"Bonasera" Stella answered her phone, balancing her coffee in her other hand as she walked back into the office building.
"Stella, its Adam, I've got a hint from one of the prints taken at the scene" the tech told her.
"I'm just on my way up I'll be there in two" she replied as she stepped into the elevator. Within a minute she was beside him and looking at his findings as she sipped from her coffee.
"The prints on the doorframe come down to his chap here" Adam told her, tapping away at the keyboard and bringing a picture up on the scene, along with details of the man that the photograph depicted. "There were further partials on the wall next to where the male vic was found- they also match this guy" he finished. Stella leant forward her interest piqued.
"Damian Blunt aged 45 from New York, record as a detective, retired two years ago" she read aloud from the screen in front of her. "Hawkes" she called over her shoulder.
"Yeh?" he replied, ready and waiting for her to allocate him some tasks.
"Run all the background checks that you can on Blunt- find out if he ever served in the military, everything to do with his personal life literally everything that you possibly can" she told him softly. "I'm going to call Mac and see if this means anything to him" she commented, more to herself than anyone else. As the words left her mouth she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and hit the speed dial, her concern raised when her friend didn't answer and instead she was greeted by his voicemail, she left a message before disconnecting and calling again- once more getting the voicemail service. Her worry now reaching a new level she rushed out of the building intent on going straight to his apartment, just to convince herself that he was not dead in a gutter somewhere.
End Chapter Four