Lindsay held the test results in her hands. They've become wet from her sweaty palms. What on earth made her think that the words of a 12-year-old boy claiming he was Christ himself could make a difference.
She was getting impatient. All these trips to Dr. Helen Mason, the hormone injections, the pills, the basal temperature she has to take every day. And she's not even married. She just wanted to know if she could ever have a child. Especially after what happened.
Lindsay often lived in her head. As she sat in her office at the NYPD, her thoughts drowned the busy tapping of footsteps and beeps and hoots of the machines. Her thoughts would first be images --- faces of people. But then they would be talking --- thoughts to images to voices. And then the images would go away. All that's left is the voices.
"Are you alright?"
How many times has Lindsay heard those words --- with that voice --- in the year and a half that she had spent with the NYPD? Not enough.
Danny sat on his swivel chair in front of her. Lindsay just looked at him for a while, not knowing what to say. But her hands moved quickly, shoving the test results in her pocket.
"Nothing, uh…" Lindsay said "Just bad news from home"
"You want to talk about it?" Danny asked.
Lindsay just chuckled. Danny just keeps on trying, she thought. She can't help but respect his persistence. Even though Danny knew damn well what she would say.
"Not really" Lindsay answered. She turned all business-like and looked at the folder in Danny's hand "What you got there?"
"Results from trace on the sticky substance" Danny said "It's on Catherine's nape, it's on the circular paper I recovered on the scene, and it's on the patches that Edward Bledel gave me"
"What is it?" Lindsay asked. Danny hands her the folder.
"Paroxetine. An anti-depressant drug. Or a version of it, it's only about a 90 match to pure Paroxetine" Danny said.
"Isn't that the controversial drug tested in London? The one that causes violent behavior?" Lindsay asked.
"Yeah, I read about that too" Danny said. "Not only does it cause violent behavior, it often causes violent behavior towards oneself. --- suicide"
"And Edward Bledel claims that Manuel Constantino is using this drug in his healing masses?" Lindsay said.
"Gives us probable cause" Danny answered "Enough for a warrant to search their place"
Lindsay slouched on the chair, in deep thought. Danny saw disappointment in her face, like she had been betrayed.
"What are you thinking?" Danny said.
"It doesn't make sense" Lindsay answered "Why would he use a drug that causes violence when he heals people? Why use a drug at all?"
"Probably in lighter doses the drug just gives hallucinations" Danny answered "helps push the Christ-is-with-us illusion during the masses. We'll find out more when we search their apartment"
Lindsay looked out the hall. Ester and Manuel Constantino were escorted to a holding cell.
"You um" Lindsay said as she stood up and headed for the door "You take the apartment, I'm going back to Manuel".
Lindsay left the room, leaving Danny, confused.