Hidden Treasures and Traps Chapter 4
By The Stylish Elf
Disclaimer: I don't own them, not even a little.
Flack walked in to the lab where Danny and Adam were looking at something. Flack
handed them the 2 other pictures. Adam took the photo and examined it. Looking at
Flack from the side Adam couldn't resist. "So I hear you're making a move on Mac's
girl." Adam was trying to stifle a slight snicker. "Oh yeah, I wonder where you heard
that from." Flack was oozing sarcasm. Danny chose not to respond and just raised his
eyebrows. "So Adam this one definitely looks better, you think that image is clear
enough to run through?" Danny asked changing the subject. "Yeah I think this one will
work just fine." Taking the image to his computer Adam scanned in the image. The
other 2 men followed and watched. Once the image came up on the screen Adam smiled.
"Yeah man, we're good. Watch this" Adam hit a few keys and the guys watched as the
image increased in age. "This should be a relatively accurate image of what our killer
looks like now." "Nice job Adam, too bad you're still an ass." Flack then gave his friend
a smack up the back of the head. "And you Messer, stop telling stories out of turn. I'm
going to call the service shop where the parents took their vehicle." Danny looked
surprised. "You think there might be more to her parents accident?" Danny asked.
"Well Mikey's Grandmother sure does. Seems she's never thought it was an accident.
She kept it to herself mostly so as not to upset Michael, but now. Let's just say she's
very strong in her opinions." "Hey, I'm going to call and get the accident report sent
over. I'll also request any evidence they've got. Maybe there's something they missed.
If they thought it was an accident they may have overlooked something." " Nice, I'll let
Mac know what you're up to." "He already knows." They all turned to see Mac standing
in the doorway. "You'd better get the autopsy reports sent to Sheldon. He and Sid can
review them." "On it boss." Danny left the lab and headed to his office. "Did I hear you
say you've got an updated image?" "Yeah Mac, I aged one of the photos Flack brought
us. It should be pretty close." "Good, I called the lawyer that handled the adoption he's
coming in with all the documents he has on file. He says his wife was his secretary and
she never threw anything away. You should be in the interview." Mac directed the last
comment at Flack. "Sure I'll borrow Monroe's desk to make some calls, I'll get Angell
working on Leslie Walters. What time did the lawyer say he'd be in?" He said he had a
lunch appointment and would be in right after so around 2." "Your office or an
interrogation room?" "Keep it business, for all we know this guy could be involved in
illegal adoptions." Flack checked his watch and made his way to Danny and Lindsay's
office. Danny was on the phone with the precinct where the Hemmings had their
accident. Flack made a motion to let Danny know he was going to use Lindsay's phone.
Danny nodded that he understood. Flack picked up the phone and tried the number
Evelyn had provided. With any luck the garage was still open and someone there would
remember them. "Steve's Garage." "Yeah my name is Detective Don Flack, is the
owner Steve available?" "Hold on." Flack waited a moment listening to the busy noises
in the background when a deep, gruff voice came on the line. "Yeah this here's Steve."
"Hey I'm Detective Flack with the NYPD." Yeah Evelyn told me you were going to call.
She told me to be nice to you. I'm always bloody nice!." Flack smirked. "I bet, can you
tell me about any service the Hemmings had prior to their accident?" "Like I told the
cop six years ago. They'd been in about 4 months before for regular service. Could I say
100% that those breaks couldn't have been an accident. No. Was it likely? The kind of
fraying and wear that happened would haft ta been really obvious when they brought it in
for service. There was no problem with their brakes. I only let me or my son work on
the Hemmings and I did their service that day. I don't care what the cops say I did not
miss it. I wouldn't be in business if I missed severe brake damage." "Thanks you've
been a big help." Flack said intending to end the call. "Look the Hemmings were really
good people. They were the kind of people that everyone liked. When they brought that
little girl in after a month or so, well I'll tell you they'd have died to protect her. She
couldn't have been more loved if she was their own." "Thanks again. If you think of
anything else could you give me a call." "Sure thing." Flack gave the man his contact
numbers and looked at Danny who'd finished his call and was watching Flack. "So it
looks like it was no accident. How, and why Walters got after the Hemmings is still not
clear." Danny shook his head. "Maybe they found out the truth about Michael? Or
maybe they found out something about Walters?" "Maybe." Flack agreed. They worked
away quietly and Flack continued making his calls. He phoned Angell and brought her
up to speed. She agreed to look into Leslie Walters and said she would call with any
news. The next time Flack checked his watch he realized it was almost lunch time. He
smiled and ordered takeout from a local diner.
A little later the delivery guy arrived with lunch. The bag was huge and Danny looked at
him strange. Flack just smiled and with the bag in hand walked towards Mac's office.
Opening the bag quietly Flack placed the food out on the coffee table. He hadn't known
what Michael liked so he ordered a bunch of things. The smell of food roused Michael
from her nap. "Hmmm, how did you know I'd be hungry?" Michael asked as she
stretched. "I just took a chance and anyways you need to eat." "Thanks Don." Michael
looked Don in the eyes and couldn't help but smile. "So what we got?" Michael asked
breaking the silence and stare. "Ahh, I wasn't sure what you like so I got a salad with
chicken and dressing on the side. There's some pasta salad. A turkey sandwich. Grilled
cheese. There's some fries. Onion rings. I think that's it." Michael smirked. "You
ordered stuff that women you've dated have ordered didn't you?" Flack flushed. "What
do you mean?" Just at that moment Mac walked in with a smaller bag in his hand. He
placed it on the table in front of Michael. "What's this?" She asked. "Meatball sub with
fried onions, extra sauce cheese and napkins." Mac replied taking a seat behind his desk.
"My savior!" Michael smiled as she dug into the bag and then the sandwich. Flack
watched as Michael pulled out a stack of napkins and made a make shift bib. She started
in on the sandwich, fries and onion rings. "I hate to sound ungrateful, but did no one get
drinks?" Flack and Mac both started laughing. "What?" Flack pulled a drink out of the
bag as he replied. " I think we're just surprised that you were able to pause long enough
to ask for a drink." Blushing furiously Michael tried to look sheepish. "I do like my
food." Mac snickered. "That's an understatement." "Be nice. So any news?" Michael
looked at Mac. "We've made a little progress, we're getting a lot of cooperation from
people and other departments. Your parents lawyer will be here shortly. Things are
moving forward." Michael finished off her sandwich, the last onion ring and was going
for the last of the French fries when Flack grabbed them. "Great, so Mac what do you
want me to do?" This was what Mac was afraid of. "I want you to go home."