Chapter Ten: Found the Car

"How is he?" Sheldon asked Mac a few hours later.

"Stable. Luckily, he didn't hit anything critical." Mac was pacing the floor. "When he wakes up, Flack's gonna grill him again."

"Why would he try to kill himself?" Stella asked.

"Simple. If he's dead, Gimatto can't kill him," Danny pointed out.

"We have to find whoever was driving that car," Stella said, tapping the photo of the car. "If Jorgen wasn't going to talk before, he sure as hell won't talk to us now. He's scared."

"We find the driver, we tie Gimatto to the crime," Danny said.

"Let's go over what we know." Mac suggested. "We know Gimatto's blaming us for busting him seven years ago. That's fairly evident by the fact that he dropped Lindsay on our doorstep. We know he got out on good behavior. We know he got Jorgen and someone else to do his dirty work. Jorgen grabbed Lindsey. He worked her over, then dropped her outside the building. We know Gimatto's got some connections, that's how he got the money to pay Jorgen's rent fresh out of prison. And since Jorgen tried to off himself, apparently Gimatto threatened him. That leaves us with two potential connections to Gimatto- the driver of the car…and Lindsey Monroe."

"We need a guard at Lindsey's door," Danny said immediately.

"I'll put Flack on it," Mac said. "We also have to find the car."

Just then, Flack came into the room. "Guess what? I got your car."

Mac snapped his fingers at Stella and Danny. "Go process that car."

Stella and Danny got the location from Flack and were gone. Mac turned to the homicide detective. "Flack, we need security detail on Lindsey round the clock."

"You think Gimatto's gonna try to get to her?" Flack asked.

Mac thought of Teddy Jorgen. "Yeah."

Stella met up with several NYPD officers in an alleyway on the other side of the city. The Stratus had been partially buried under a compost heap.

"Someone doesn't know how to play hide and seek," Danny said. "The river's a better place to get rid of stuff."

"Good thing," Stella said. "Water wipes things too clean."

"It's the Hudson," Danny pointed out. "Nothing about that body of water is clean."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Here." She tossed Danny a pair of latex gloves. "Go to it."

Danny crawled into the backseat. Just glancing around, he spotted several different hairs and spots. "Crime scene investigator's heaven," he said, pulling out his kit. The first thing he spotted was a long auburn hair on the seat belt buckle. From when Lindsey was thrown in the back? He grabbed it with a tweezers and filed it away. Next, he spotted spots of dried blood. Picking it up as best he could, he put the swab in a container. "How's it up there, Stella?"

Stella replied, "Fingerprints on the steering wheel. If our driver had a record, we'll know about it."

"Fantastic. Hopefully we find him before Gimatto realizes it. Testimony from that guy can nail Gimatto to the wall." The thought made Danny smile. We're that much closer.