"This is Detective Taylor, put out a call for a 2006 Escalade. New York plate AEA 534, headed west on E53rd Street."
The two uniforms quickly made for their squad car, when Mac motioned for them to stop.
"No, we must make him believe that he's going to get his way. He'll find us"
"Mac, what the hell are you doing? He HAS Lindsay."
"Ultimately, he WANTS YOU. That's his assignment. He won't kill Lindsay. He's going to use her to get to you Danny. We'll get her back, and I'll need you to keep your head on straight. Though everything tells me to fire you right here, now. 6 years ago I went with my gut, and I'm going with my gut now.
--
Lindsay pulls into a parking lot, and continues to drive her way to the rooftop per Luka's direction.
Her demeanor remains the same, though an underlying current of fear is evident. No gun, except for her knife hidden in her pocket. Her knowledge of Tanglewood was certainly limited, and by that he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon.
"Get out."
She switches off the car, and exits under Luka's watchful eye. "Throw the keys off the side"
Lindsay instinctively does what she is told.
"Why Danny?" She asks him.
"Why Danny? Why you?" Luka proclaims.
"The name's Lindsay, Lindsay Monroe"
He motions her with her own service pistol. "That way, the blue focus. We're going for another drive"
--
Back in the lab, Mac, Stella, Hawkes, and Flack were in the briefing room with me, sifting through info on all of Luka's possible holdings. As well as possible family members who may have made it into the States from Ireland.
Flack's phone rings. "Yeah..Okay..Thanks."
The rest of the team looks up to him, hopeful for any kind of news on their kidnapped Detective.
"How's the tail on the Escalade?" Mac asks.
"Cold. Doesn't help when you have about 5 black Escalades for every 20 cars out there in NY."
I felt ultimately helpless, I tossed the files that were in my hands, and stormed out of the room to get some air.
"Danny.." I hear Stella call out, but I ignore her needing time alone.
Mac takes hold of Stella's hand, shaking his head. "Let's keep looking"
Lindsay and Luka are driving yet again, driving out of the city. Having a cold-blooded killer breathe down her neck brought back memories of Bozeman, though this time it was obviously different.
She chose her words carefully, in order not to set him off.
"You've only been in NY for 3 years. It seems as though Danny knows you for much longer than that. How can one not exist before 2003 and know him before that?"
Luka remains silent
"What nobody knew, was that Sonny sent you to California to start up a new Tanglewood there. Am I right? What I don't understand is why Sonny brought you back here."
"Sonny's my man. He tells me, I do."
Lindsay takes a laboured breath.
"What has Danny done to you? Why him?"
--
Once again I was powerless as to the happenings that I brought onto Lindsay. I pushed her away, now this is how I'm paying for it. Going through the mess in my head, I try to think of where and when we used to run together, of where I've seen him all those years ago. Sonny's or Louie's mere mention of Luka.
I was interrupted from my thoughts as Mac came out from right behind me, startling me.
"Go home Danny."
"I need to stay here, just incase I figure something out."
"I wasn't asking you. This time, don't do anything else stupid."
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They pulled up to an abandoned warehouse off the beaten path. Getting out of the vehicle, Luka pulled her inside the building.
"Move"
He draws her into an open space, and pulls out a chair. "Sit down"
Luka straps her in with her own handcuffs, and plastic cuffs. As he was done, he went on, pacing back and forth mumbling to himself.
"You've exposed your identity as 'the ghost', soon as they come for me, they'll be able to tie you to the rest of the murders. You'll rot in jail."
"Oh no….I'm so scared!" he says sarcastically.
Luka jumps onto Lindsay's lap, getting into her face until they were millimeters away from each other.
"As Sonny would say, I'm not worried."
Lindsay doesn't flinch one bit.
"Soon enough, loverboy will come to your rescue..and my job will be done. Splat, splat"
"Don't count on it, Luka"
He takes the badge off Lindsay's belt, his hands groping her thighs when he feels her last tool for escape.
"Oh now, what's this?"
Luka pulls out the knife, and marvels at it's design
"Wow…I've never seen anything like this.."
He flips open the blade.
"Only in Montana" Lindsay quips.
He marvels at the craftsmanship, the build, the quality of the steel. Right before he plunges it into her thigh.
Lindsay screams.