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Pictures Don't Lie

In Central Park, late at night, a gang of mostly teenagers was chasing a person. They were intent on their target and didn't notice a boy of about ten followed them. He has a camera. The boy is taking photos as the guy being chased finally collapses.

"Please don't hurt me. I…" The young man's pleading was cut off by a gunshot.

"You what? You're sorry for ratting us out to the police?", the lead boy sneered. "Little late for that, isn't it?" He and the others take off.

The boy shivers, and went out from behind tree where he was hiding. He looked at his camera, an older digital model, and took the little multimedia card the pictures were stored on out and put it in his pocket. Hope they didn't see me. But at least this way if they do catch me they may only get my camera. The boy was very afraid, but knew if they wouldn't be able to get him in jail. The skinny, blond haired kid went to call the cops.

A few minutes later, the police arrive. The sun is starting to come up, and Flack got a good look at their young photographer. The kid's cobalt blue eyes and constant fidgeting reminded him of someone, He questioned the boy. "What id you see?"

"There was a whole bunch of them chasing a guy through the park. The leader said something about ratting him out to the cops after he shot the guy. I didn't see them that well but my pictures may be able to help you guys. The flash was on but I don't think they noticed.", he gave Flack the card the digital photos were on.

"What are you doing out here at this hour, anyway?" Flack knew ten-year-old kids shouldn't be wandering the streets of New York at 4 in the morning.

"I couldn't sleep so I went to take some pictures. Dawn's actually a great time to shoot."

"Where are your parents?" The kid had a camera, albeit a little old. He was also wearing glasses that seemed in pretty good shape, as well an autographed Red Sox cap. Someone was probably looking for him.

"Well, Mom's probably still at work and I don't know who my Dad is."

"Is there a number I can call to talk to her?"

The kid was starting to get annoyed. "Look, I'm trying to help you here. Can't you just let me go home?"

Flack sighed, "I need to talk to your mother. You probably aren't supposed to be out here and you just witnessed a murder. I can't just let you go. What's your name, anyway?"

"James. Most people call me Jack for short. My mom's name is Debbie" Jack gave Flack a phone number. Flack her and explained the situation to her. She said she'd meet them at the station in as soon as she got out of work. Flack thanked her and hung up.

"Your mom wants you to say with us until she can leave work anyway. She was not happy about your wandering off again." Flack warned the kid. He went to explain the situation to Mac and Danny, who had come to the crime scene.

He told them what he got from the boy as Danny uncovered a badge on the victim. "Looks like the guy was an uncover cop. That makes sense. But wouldn't he armed?"

"They may have caught him by surprise." Mac took the card from Flack. "We may have just gotten the best witness. Pictures don't lie." Mac and Danny rolled the victim over. They both noticed a large tattoo on the man's shoulder. They looked at each other. It was a Tanglewood tattoo.

"At least we know who he was investigating." Danny observed. "You want me off the case?"

Mac considered it for a few minutes. "Sonny's in jail. You know anyone else who might take over for him?"

"Joey, his brother. Don't know him that well, though."

"All right. But at first sign of trouble you're off the case."

"Sounds fair to me." They continued to check out the scene.

A/N: Actually Mac would probably take him off the case immediately, but I want him there for my own reasons. I say Mac ought to give him a chance. Besides, he's got another connection to the case I haven't mentioned yet. Please Read and review. It will make me update faster. Thanks