So as I received so many nice and lovely reviews I decided to publish a new chapter today. THANKS to my readers and to those who've written such nice reviews! I'm glad that you like this story.

This is a three part chapter. So I decided to devide this chapter into three parts because I thought it'll be too long to be one whole chapter. So... I hope you're not mad at me for that :)


4 More Details Part 1

It was a few hours after we had left Adam alone in 'his' lab when he called me. I hoped he had something that would help us to find the killer.

"Adam?" I said as I answered my cell phone.

"Hey Mac, I analyzed the epitheliums that Sid found under the vic's nails. It's human DNA and it's male. But the computer didn't find a match yet." Adam said.

"Okay. Thanks Adam and… call me when you find something."

"As I always do."

So there was nothing which brings us further than we were at this point of time. I had called the husband of the vic, a Jason Barns. He said he will be at home at 11 am. This was in about half an hour and he was living not far away from the department. But I grabbed my things and went to search for Stella. She wanted to come with me when I was going to question the husband.

I found her in her office working at her computer. I knocked gently at the glass door, which was open. She looked up from the screen and looked at me.

"Hey Mac, it's time to got isn't it?" she said.

"I was just coming to get you, so that we can go. What're you doing there?" I asked curiously.

"I did some research about the knife. There are many knives which could be our murder weapon and the most disappointing thing is… everybody can buy it and many people have such a knife so… every male owner of such a knife could be our killer."

"Adam found no match to the DNA that Sid found under Jenny's nails."

"We're not a single step further."

"Yes we are, Stell. We have something we can compare. And we haven't talked to the husband of our vic, yet. Maybe he can tell us something. For example what his wife did in Central Park at that late hour." I said.

"I know… I'm just… disappointed." She said with a sad voice.

"Come on, let's go questioning the vic's husband." I said and she got up, took her coat and we made our way to the victim's house.

Jenny and Jason Barns lived in an apartment in Madison Avenue. On our way to the apartment building we passed the Whitney Museum which is in 945 Madison Ave. They lived in an apartment on the third floor. We stood in front of a door on which was the number 15 written in golden letters. I knocked at the door. A few seconds later a young man opened the door. Stella and I hold up our badges.

"NYPD, Mr Barns. I'm Detective Taylor and this is… Detective Bonasera." I introduced us to the vic's husband. It was still hard to introduce her with her 'old' last name since we were married for more than a year now. But she wanted to keep her last name for the job.

"It's easier I think. At least no one else must know that we're married." She had explained her decision. At least I agreed, but it was strange to use that name.

"Hello. Come in. It's not very clean, I hope you don't mind." Mr. Barns said.

"We're used to more dirty apartments than yours Mr. Barns." Stella said with a smile.

"I wanted to clean it up a bit, but… I couldn't."

"I know. You just lost your wife. That's never easy. I know what you're feeling right now." I said consoling.

"Really? I still can't believe what had happened today. I mean… why Jenny? She was young, sweet and she never hurt someone. Why?"

"Mr. Barns, that's why we're here. We want to figure it out and we want to catch this guy who did this to your wife." Stella said.

"What do you need me for?"

"We just want to get to know your wife a bit better and we need you to answer some question so that we can figure out what had happened." Stella said cautious.

"What do you want to know?"

"First of all… Did you know that Jenny was pregnant?"

"Of course I know it. It was the forth months. We went to the routine check yesterday."

"What time was it?" I asked.

"It was about midday. We were home at 12:45 pm."

"You wife died between 11:30 and 12:30 pm. What was she doing in Central Park that late?" Stella wanted to know.

"I-I don't know… she visited her best friend. She lives in the opposite side of Manhattan."

"We need her name and her address. Where have you been at the time of death?" I asked him.

"Am I a suspect or what?"

"This is just routine Mr. Barns. We need to ask you that question." Stella explained calmly. Mr. Barns had got up from his chair in the living room where we were sitting and questioning him. I guessed he was searching for the address of his wife's best friend. He grabbed a small book which was on a table next to the door. It laid next to the phone.

"I was at home. I've been waiting for my wife to come home." He answered the question.

"Why didn't you call the police after your wife wasn't home this morning?" I asked him.

"I thought she would have stayed with her best friend. Sometimes when they meet she stayed at her house over night. I thought this would be the case and so I went to work as I do every day." I thought he sounded a bit desperate. He had taken a piece of paper and written something on it while he answered the question. Now he handed the piece of paper to me.

"This is name and address of Jenny's best friend. She must live near the public school. She works there as a teacher."

"Thank you. Mr. Barns, we need your finger prints and a DNA sample to exclude you as a suspect." I said calmly.

"Do whatever you have to do. Hopefully that guy gets what he deserves." Jason said and we finished our work.

"Thank you for cooperating with us Mr. Barns. I'm really sorry for you. When there is something you want to add just call me or Detective Bonasera." I said before we left his apartment. We handed him our cards and then we left to visit Jenny Barns' best friend.