Later that day, Sid was done with the autopsy, and Stella already had some interesting evidence from the victim's stomach. Mac went down to see Sid. "Did you find any evidence that he was shot before he went out that window?" Mac asked.

"No," Sid replied. "He died of massive trauma from a high fall."

Mac sighed as he had hoped there would be something that pointed to murder. "That doesn't mean he wasn't murdered."

"As far as I can see, there is no sign of anything else."

"Thanks, Sid."

Mac went back up to the lab. He was completely disgusted, but Sheldon was working on virtually reconstructing the face of the victim since it was so disfigured from the fall. "I want to see what you have," Mac said.

Sheldon turned the face around. "That's him," Mac said. "Agent Walsh. Then where is Agent Johnson. He must have been the one who moved the body. They were innocent. All this was fixed by someone using Ann Steele, and made Walsh and Johnson look like crooked agents. It's all tied into Stegal Tech. Walsh and Johnson were about to prove that they were involved in insider trading, and instead, they got the raw end of the deal."

Sheldon shook his head. "And Walsh died because of it," he said.

"I'm going to make sure he didn't die in vain. I have all the evidence I need to clear him of this. I just wish I could find Johnson. He probably thinks the whole thing is blown apart now."

"Probably."

Mac went back to his office. He still had that flash drive in his pocket, but he would lock it in the vault soon. He had to make sure that thing did not go missing again. He was not sure the vault was a safe place. Then again, there were only a limited number of people who could open that vault, and he knew all of them. It would give him the advantage.

Mac wrote more on his report, and then thought of what his next step would be. Danny came to his office. "Mac, the bullet that was fired at Dunbrook doesn't have striae to compare to the bullet that killed Kevin Cross, although they're the same caliber."

"How can it not have striae?" Mac shook his head. "We have to find that gun. Dunbrook must have it somewhere in his office."

"And by the way, the fingerprints that were used to open Dunbrook's office were Ann Steele."

Mac scowled at that. "What?"

Danny gave him the Ipad. "How does a dead woman open an electronic lock?"

"That's a good question."

"I think I have the answer," Stella said as she was coming in the door. "I noticed that the candy that Sid found in the victim's stomach had ridge detail, so I ran the prints." She gave Mac the readout. "He made molds of Ann Steele's fingerprints and then he just ate the evidence. That's why Danny smelled strawberries on the lock."

"And it explains how a dead woman can open a lock. But where did they get Ann Steele's prints?" Mac shook his head. "The FBI. They must have been on her trail, and they had her prints on file. They had to know that she had access to his office."

Mac stood up and put his coat on. "I'm going to find out what connection Dunbrook has to all this," he said but just then, his phone rang. "Taylor."

Mac listened a moment. "I'm on my way," he said and ended the call. He just looked at Danny and Stella and headed for the elevator.

Mac headed for the wreck site. When he arrived, he hurried over to the car where Agent Johnson was trapped in the car. "We were set up, Taylor," he said as he was practically choking on his own blood. "The flashdrive has everything."

"I know," Mac replied. "I have it."

"We didn't know."

Mac had to move so Johnson could be removed from the car. He was more determined than ever to find out who was behind all this. Three people were dead, and Dunbrook was sitting in his cushy office thinking he was going to get away with the whole thing. If he included Ann Steele, it was four people, but she was not killed by the same person these other three were.

Mac went to Robert Dunbrook's office with his newfound evidence. He wanted some answers. Dunbrook let him in when he arrived. "Well, did you find out who's trying to kill me yet, Detective Taylor?" he asked.

"I don't think anyone is trying to kill you," Mac replied.

"Oh, are you going into that again?"

"Yeah. The man who fell out of your window was an agent of the FBI, and he used Ann Steele's fingerprints to get into your office. Why were her fingerprints programmed into your electronic lock?"

"She worked for me. I guess they just haven't been erased since she died."

"You had that flash drive, and that was what Walsh was here for. I think you knew exactly who he was and I think you shoved him out that window to keep him from talking."

"I'm just about tired of you accusing me of murder, Taylor. So, I had the flash drive! I bought it from someone."

"Who?"

"I'm not telling you."

"You're going to tell someone because this isn't going away. The gun that was used in the murder of Kevin Cross...you know where it is too, don't you?"

"Get out of my office, Taylor!"

"I'm not going to stop until I see you do some time for this."

Just then, Chief Sinclair walked in. "Robert Dunbrook, I have a warrant to search this office," he said.

Dunbrook could not help but see the smug smile on Mac's face. "You better have all your tee's crossed, Taylor," he said.

"Don't worry," Mac replied.

Mac and Sinclair searched and found a gun in the safe in Dunbrook's office. It was the same caliber as the bullet that killed Kevin Cross and the bullet that was fired at Dunbrook. Mac stood up from the safe. "Well, what do you have to say now?" he asked as he looked at Dunbrook.

Dunbrook did not say a word. Mac put the gun into an evidence bag. "I'll be back," he said as he left with the weapon.

After the gun was analyzed, it was determined that the barrel had been drilled and scraped out to keep it from making striae. Mac knew that was what had happened to the bullet that was fired at Dunbrook.

"Dunbrook couldn't fire the gun at himself," Stella pointed out. "There was a DNA sample on the gun but it doesn't match his."

Mac considered that. "Compare that DNA sample with his again," he said.

Stella got the two DNA samples and they compared them. Mac looked at her. "We've been looking at the wrong Dunbrook," he said. "It's his son. Connor Dunbrook. He must have killed Kevin Cross, and even fired that shot at his father for a show."

"We still can't prove that he murdered Agent Walsh," Stella said. "Everything points to self-defense."

"But his son killed Cross over that flash drive. Maybe he will roll over on his own father, and let us know that he was behind the whole thing."

"You think?"

"I'm hoping. In the meantime, I'm going to clear two innocent FBI agents who were just doing their jobs and got tangled up with some powerful people."

"I'll finish that evidence. I'll have it all ready later."

Mac nodded and went to his office. He sat in his chair and wrote more on his report, and then he wrote a lengthy letter to the FBI explaining to them what had happened with Agents Walsh and Johnson and also included copies of the evidence. He would not let them die with people thinking they had been crooked. From all he had seen, they were honest and had gone after some people with deep pockets who could pay their way out of anything. Meanwhile, Dunbrook was using that flash drive to publish juicy stories to sell papers. Mac thought the flash drive was the only thing that tied Dunbrook to the FBI agents. They all wanted it, and they had known that Dunbrook had it. However, Dunbrook knew if they found it on him, they would know that he had some connection to Kevin Cross, who was murdered for the flash drive, or because he had wanted more money. Mac shook his head as he finished his letter.

As he looked up from his desk, he saw Sinclair coming toward his office. He figured he was going to have something to say about that flash drive. Sinclair came into the office. "Well, I guess you were right, Taylor," he said.

"I knew Dunbrook was tied up in all this someway," Mac replied.

"I hope you're going to keep the contents of that flash drive to yourself. Where is it, by the way?"

"Don't worry. It's safe, and besides, I don't think anyone else should know where it is. That thing has caused enough trouble. I'm going to destroy it when it's no longer needed for this case."

"You do that."

Sinclair left. Mac knew that flash drive had made a lot of people nervous, and he had a broken wrist and broken fingers to remind him of the pain it had caused. He hoped he would not have to go through any more pain over it. He just wanted this case to be over so he could concentrate on getting well and doing something else.

Mac went into the lab where Lindsay was finishing up her work for the day. "Where's Stella?" Mac asked.

"Uhm, she left early," Lindsay answered. "I guess she had some business to take care of."

"Did she finish with that evidence she was working on?"

"Yes. She left it on her desk. She told me to tell you."

"Thanks."

Mac went to Stella's office where he found what he was looking for. She had written a very detailed report that tied everything together, and she had made a mold of the back of the barrel of the gun which the drill did not reach, and the striae matched the bullets. They had all the needed against Connor Dunbrook, but they had nothing to tie Robert Dunbrook to the murders, except the fact that he had that flash drive. However, that was not proof of murder.

Mac put everything into his file and put it away, and sent his report to the chief. He rubbed his face as he sat at his desk. He thought he would go home and rest tonight. It had been a long day and he was tired. He thought of that flash drive. He had put it where no one knew where it was but him. He would feel better when he knew that thing was destroyed. He thought he would announce it in one of Dunbrook's publications so that everyone would know it. He thought that would be ironic...and fitting.

Mac put his coat on and went to the elevator. When the doors opened, Don was there. "We picked up Connor Dunbrook," he said as Mac got into the elevator. "Robert Dunbrook is not at all happy about it."

"I don't care," Mac said. "I just want some rest."

"You should get some. I think we all deserve it after this case."

"I'm just glad it's solved and all that's left is the court."

"Me too. Are you going to destroy that flash drive?"

"Yes, I am as soon as it's not needed anymore. It won't be causing anyone anymore trouble."

"That's good to hear. I hope I never hear of that thing again."

Mac had to agree with that. People had a right to their privacy, and no one had a right to exploit it.