"Hey I heard what happened are you okay?" Flack asked when he saw Lindsay.
"I'll be fine." Lindsay assured him.
"Mac sent us over to help with the ID process." Danny told him.
"We've got thirty people working on it here, and people in other precincts all over Manhattan. They've canvassed every area and no-one remembers seeing or hearing anything." Flack told him. "The tip line is going wild with people saying it's a satanic ritual and that we should stomp it out. The mayor has called the Chief of Detectives who wants this solved right away."
"Sounds like your typical serial killer case."
"The FBI are on their way." Flack stated.
"The FBI?" Lindsay questioned.
"Behavioural analysis." Flack expanded. "The profilers, the mayor reached out."
"If Stella's theory of a cult mass suicide is accurate they could have killed themselves." Lindsay pointed out. "Technically you can't be charged with murder if all you did is hack 14 people's heads of after they were dead and drop them off."
"It depends on who supplied the drugs that killed them." Flack pointed out. "We're reaching out and trying to find out where they could have gotten that much but no luck so far."
"Since Lindsay can't touch the evidence so it's not compromised, we'll help anyway we can." Danny told him.
"Hey Monroe did you find out…" A female detective walked over holding some papers but stopped when Lindsay gave her a blank look with a glimmer of recognition.
"Montana, that's Jackie Dalton." Danny introduced her.
"Did I miss something?" Jackie asked.
"Lindsay got dosed with Rohypnol and doesn't remember most of yesterday including meeting you." Flack explained.
"Rohypnol? Like the vics?"
"She got some on her sleeve somehow and breathed it when she fell asleep on her arm." Danny expanded.
"Maybe it was when that guy grabbed you." Jackie suggested.
"What guy?" Danny asked.
"There was this old guy he grabbed her arm, he had gloves on and I thought it was strange give the temperature. He grabbed your arm and held while you talked to him, I wasn't sure what he said."
"Which arm?" Danny inquired.
"Left I think."
"That was the sleeve with the traces of Rohypnol on it." Danny stated.
"Do you remember what he looked like?" Flack asked.
"Wooh." Lindsay grabbed the edge of the desk.
"Montana." Danny's hand was instantly on her back. "Talk to me."
"I'm fine. Flashback."
"Take my chair." Flack got up to let her sit down.
"I think I remember him." Lindsay said. "He had brown leather gloves, a brown Columbo style trench coat, a brown hat with a brim, and a long grey beard. The rest is a little fuzzy."
"That's him." Jackie stated.
"Should I be offended that you remember a guy in a trench coat and don't remember talking to me?" Danny joked.
"I remember the whole men in uniform conversation we had with Stella." Lindsay told him.
"I'm not going to ask." Flack said.
"I'll take you back to the lab." Danny suggested to Lindsay.
"I'm fine." Lindsay insisted. "But I think driving is out for a few days. What did you want to know?"
"It doesn't matter you won't remember anyhow." Jackie replied.
"Here." Flack handed Lindsay some water.
"Thanks."
"Maybe you should go back to the lab." Flack suggested.
"And do nothing?" Lindsay asked. "My other options are the hospital or explaining to my parents what happened. You've meet them, they are pretty easy going, but they already have enough of a problem with me living in New York this would really push them over the edge. I can help out and I can answer the phone."
"There is no use arguing with her when she's made up her mind." Danny told Flack.
"Give me a minute and I'll be fine." Lindsay insisted.
"Okay." Flack conceded.
"Do you remember anything else about the man?" Lindsay asked Jackie.
"Not much, I remember what he was wearing because it was a nice night last night and it was strange. Like I said I wasn't close enough to hear what he said to you."
"Detective Monroe, this was just left for you." An officer can over holding an envelope.
TBC