"She got a note from the killer?" Hawkes questioned as they all stood in QD.
"Hand delivered to NYPD by persons unknown. We have the envelope it was delivered in, elimination prints from the uniform that brought it to her. The file folder she had him drop it into and the letter." Danny confirmed.
"File folder?" Hawkes asked.
"Lindsay doesn't work at NYPD she works here, why would mail for her get sent there?" Stella pointed out.
"Good point."
"She knew that which is why she didn't touch the envelope." Danny stated.
"You know it's not polite to talk about a person like they're not there when they are in the room." Lindsay said from behind them.
"Sorry." Danny apologised.
"How are you feeling?" Stella asked.
"I'll be fine. Did Danny tell you that the Mayor has the FBI profilers on their way here?"
"No." Stella replied.
"Flack mentioned it." Danny shrugged. "I hadn't gotten around to bringing it up yet."
"Isn't it a little soon to bring in the big guns?" Hawkes asked.
"It's an election year, 14 dead potential voters." Danny stated.
"How about we concentrate on the note and maybe we can solve this before they get here?" Mac suggested.
"Hopefully they won't storm the lab again." Stella said optimistically.
"They stormed the lab?" Lindsay questioned.
"A few years ago they decided they were taking over a case and stormed the lab to get the evidence we'd collected, it didn't matter that we were in the middle of processing it at the time." Stella explained. "Or that it would have been quicker to let us finish processing it rather than ship it back to their lab in Quantico."
"The note." Danny brought it up on the screen.
Detective Lindsay,
How is the memory? Did you like my little surprise? People can be so forgetful, but I gave you a little helping hand and I doubt you even remember meeting me.
I saw you in China Town, looking at that head. You were the only one who didn't look like a bumbling idiot. Did you like the dog I gave it to? It seemed appropriate.
By now you've found all of my dearly departed, they were such easy targets, they were ready to believe anything that I said, that I was their Messiah. They didn't question when I gave them the drugs and they passed out dead the floor. The sounds of their heads coming off one by one was intoxicating, I know why the French liked their guillotines so much.
I bet you're wondering about the trash cans, well I'll let you wonder, I can't go sharing every little secret with you can I?
You can try and find me but I will be long gone by the time you even get close.
So my dearest Lindsay I must depart for pastures new as they might say. Good luck with your quest and enough the thought of know you were so close but will never catch me.
But in the spirit of good sportsmanship I will give you the names of dead.
X
List below were the names of the victims which Flack was checking out.
"Lindsay." Hawkes said watching her. "Look at me for a second."
Lindsay slowly turned to face him.
"Follow my finger." He instructed. "Do you feel dizzy?"
"Slightly." Lindsay admitted.
Hawkes felt her forehead with the back of his hand.
"You have a slight fever too and your pupils are dilated. Hold out your hands."
Lindsay's hands were shaking slightly.
"You need to go to the hospital; you're having a reaction to the drugs."
"Wouldn't she have had one earlier?" Danny asked.
"You can get delayed reactions." Hawkes stated. "And could have been masked by the headache and the amnesia."
"I'll be fine." Lindsay insisted.
"Go to the hospital." Mac instructed. "Let them check you over if it's nothing then you're covered."
"Mac?" Danny started.
"Danny, Hawkes you go with her. Let us know as soon as you know anything and take the tox report from earlier with you."
"You need to sign for these, chain of custody and all." Danny pointed out.
"We've got it covered." Stella assured him.
"Come on Montana, let's find you a doctor." He guided her out.
"My insurance card is in my wallet in my locker." Lindsay pointed out.
"Hawkes, take her to the car I'll get her bag."
TBC