On the lab Adam was sitting in front of his computer and waitin' for the results. He was too tired to concetrate to his work. When he closed his eyes he saw Danny on the floor. Saw Lindsay's face as she stared at Danny… His heart beated so fast and his mind was exhausted.
- Adam, you're okay? – Stella was behind him.
- Ah, yeah, I'm fine.
- Really? I'm not sure about this – said Stella as she sat next to the CSI.
- You know, I'm just tired.
- I see. We all tired but we have to be strong – Stella stood up and almost walked out of the office when Adam spoke up.
- It's so unbelivable. The first was Jess and now Danny. That shooting was… Stella, I fear of this case. When I joined this team, I thought that we are invulnerable. And then I saw that cop in the autopsy. You know, the taxi-cab killer's victim.
- Jimmy Chameides?
- Yeah. He was my first disaster. The dream world what I built up just became caducous and destroyed itself.
- I know how are you feeling but…
- But what? I was naive, I know but this job is more than protecting people and catch the bad guys. It's more than that, Stella. It's hell. And I don't know how will I survive this.
- Adam, no one told that this is easy. Because it isn't. By time it will be eaiser than now.
Adam looked up Stella. He knew that she was right. And then his computer started to sign something.
- What is this?
- The results from the bullets. There was a case a half a year ago. It was robbery.
- And the gun was used there?
- Exactly.
- Did you find any fingerprints?
- Yes, but the AFIS is clear.
- Great.
- But I haven'tried the CODIS yet.
- Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Ross? – asked Stella with her hot smile
- As you wish.
Adam ended with it about a few minutes than he waited. 2 minutes later, there was a possible result.
- Boom – said Adam as he looked at Stella. Stella's eye was so lifeless.
- Stell?
- I'm okay. Danny said that always. Boom.
- Not said. He is not past tense. He is gonna be okay.
Stell nodded.
- So who is it?
- Our guy is Efren Hector Martinez. He is the leader of the WhiteShark.
- White, what?
- WhiteShark. It is…um…. It is a gang for Latin Americans. They are crazy and cruel.
- Gang war, maybe?
- Against what? Us?
- You know, that kind of gangs not really like us. The police.
- So you think, that Hector and his gang tried to kill us.
- Maybe. Let's ask him.
Flack went back to the labor. He couldn't stay in the hospital. Not after Jess.
- Hey Don – it was Mac. He worried about Danny – how is he?
- Well, he survived the surgery but the doc said he hasn't got a lot of chance. Lindsay is with him but…I don't know.
- He is a strong boy. He is gonna make it.
- I thought the same about Jess and what happened? She is dead. My bride is dead.
- Your bride?
- Yeah, it is true. I wanted to marry with her. I wanted to have a family with her. To live with her. Mac, I want to get her back.
- I know you're but there is some events, things that…Nothing is happening without a reason.
- Are you really believe in it? Is there a reason? Because if there is, I can't see it.
Mac sighed and put a hand on Flack's shoulder.
- By the way, how is the case? – asked Don
- I'm going for a guy, named Hector Martinez.
- Efren Hector Martinez?
- You know him?
- Yeah. He is a friend of TC Davis.
- That guy with a club?
- Yeah. You know what? I talk to him.
- Okay. I go for this Martinez. Get him to an interrogation.
About a half an hour later Flack was in TC Davis's club. The place was quite empty. Some of the man's friend tried to organise soem party. TC was with another guy who gave a lor of money to his friend.
- Can I? – asked Flack with a smile and stared at the money.
- Not really, buddy – said the strange man and turn around to make some noise with Flack.
- Hey, stop. He is the good boy. Right, Flack?
The detective nodded and the stranger went away.
- What the hell are you doing here? I thought we're done. What do you want?
- Efren Martinez.
- What about him?
- What do you know about him?
- His is just a buddy…
- Look, I'm tired of being calm. Tell me everything about Martinez.
- I don't know. He is some idiot manager on his refuse dump. He earn some bucks with drugs. That's all.
- Are you sure?
- Have I ever lied to you?
- Are you serious?
Davis smiled.
- I heard about the shooting. You okay?
- As I see. What do you know?
- About the shooting? Not much. I saw it in the TV. And one of your collegue is injured, right? That Messer guy.
- Yeah. Thank for your help. I owe you.
- You always owe me, man,
Flack went to the exit when Davis ran to him.
- I'm sorry about your fiánce.
- Thank you.
Mac was in the interrogation room with Martinez. The guy looked like some godfather in the mafia. He had got a tie with a suit. Gucci shoes, Armani shirt.
- That guy is a mess – thought Mac when he went into the room.
- Hey, asshole. Why am I here?
- For first, I'm not an asshole. My name is Mac Taylor, I'm the leader of the crime lab. And you're here because I want you here. Clear?
- Yeah. So?
- Where were you at 10 p.m. 4 days ago.
- How the hell I am suppose to know it? You think I'm making a list where I go?
- Just answer the question.
- I don't know.
- Then I tell you. You was in the NY night and tried to kill my people. The King's Ale House. Can you remember?
- Wait, wait. I didn't kill anyone.
- No, but you're shots are do. The barteneder died. I ask you again? Where were you on that night?
- Okay, wait a munite.
- You have a half.
The man started to find in his memory that date.
- I was with my friend.
- That friend can prove it?
- Of course.
- Give me a name.
- Um, Cedric Walker. C-Walk.
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