"Okay, so we've got a homicide victim who raped a girl minutes before dying. If her story stands, it wasn't her." Stella said laying out the facts.
"She said the voice that was yelling for Sexton was a man's voice. Which rules out all women." Flack said trying to sound impressive.
"Not quite, Flack. Some form of voice alternator could've been used, we need something else to confirm a male."
"Fingerprints, from the crime scene Stella." Lindsay said heading to the computer. She put them into the scanner and they started searching in the database.
"What part of the scene?"
"The front door handle. See when Danny and I went there this afternoon, everyone was entering through the backdoor- there was no use of printing there. So we figured we'd print on the front door, chances are if there was a print, it could be the killers." Lindsay explained.
"Looks like you ladies have got a match to your print." Flack said motioning towards the computer.
"Steven Jones. On file for drugs and arson." Lindsay read off of the computer screen.
"Got that Don?" Stella asked.
"Way ahead of ya Stell." He said heading to his office.
"So where's Rebecca now Danny?" Mac asked.
"Still at the orphanage, there was no reason for us to take her away from there. No one else seemed suspicious to her. That's crazy though Mac, some guy in his thirties rapin' her. She said she hadn't heard of any of the other girls gettin' forced to have sex like she was. Why her?" He said, his phone ringing. "Flack what's up?" Danny asked, answering his phone. "Alright, I'll be right there."
"Anything new?"
"Possible suspect. Lindsay and I found fingerprints at the scene today- they musta came back to a guy."
"Lindsay!" Mac called.
"Yea Mac? Everything okay?"
"Yes, everything's fine. I need you to go back to the orphanage. Take Stella with you, she knows a thing or two about these orphanages and how they're run. Also check up on Rebecca, make sure she's okay."
"On my way." Lindsay told him taking out her phone, she proceeded to call Stella.
"I didn't kill Sexton, or whatever his name is, was, whatever!" Steven Jones yelled out. "I deliver packages to his place. I spoke to the guy once and tat was it."
"Where you at the orphanage last night Mr. Jones?" Flack pressed.
"Yea, but I was deliverin' a package to some kid who lives there."
"Who was the kid? C'mon names, names lets go!" Flack yelled.
"Brian somethin' or other, a kid in his teens. Can I go now please, I'm runnin' late as it is." Jones urged.
"Yea, yea, but we'll be in touch, alright buddy?" Flack said, handing him a card.
"Fuck off coppers." He said heading back into his truck.
"Haven't heard that in a while." Flack said amused.
"Ya sure about that?" Danny said. "That guy was helpful in one way- he was at the crime scene last night. We need to connect him to the vic or we got nothin' for Mr. Jones."
"Lindsay I'll stay down here and ask how the place is normally run- I know a thing or two, why don't you go up and talk to Rebecca a little bit more. Find out some stuff on her background."
"Sure, sounds like a plan." Lindsay headed up the stairs and found Rebecca's room. She knocked.
"It's open!" She heard her yell.
"Rebecca it's me again, Detective Monroe. I was wondering if we could talk again, real quickly."
"I guess, what do you need?" Rebecca asked carefully.