"These people are horrible at running a home. They have no organization, of any kind. The kids do whatever they want whenever they want. Have you seen those kids? The 10 year old girls are like miniature prostitutes. I should get in there and show those half-wit's how to run a goddam business!" Stella complained then next day. "I'm sorry I'm going crazy now, so any news on a murder weapon yet?" She asked Danny. "Danny? Hello?"
"Wha-what? No, no murder weapon yet. We've got nothing except a fingerprint of a moron who delivers boxes to the orphanage, and the bullet Sid pulled from the vic."
"Any weapon matches?" Stella asked hoping for a positive answer.
"Mac and Hawkes are down there now." Danny's phone started ringing, it was Flack. "Flack, whad'ya got for me?"
"Any matches on a gun yet Mac?" Stella said putting ear muffs on as she walked into ballistics.
"No, not yet. This bullet is a tough one though, haven't seen many like this. Where's Danny and Lindsay?"
"Danny went to meet Flack, he got the kid who the package was supposedly delivered to. And Lindsay is, actually, I haven't seen Lindsay all day. She could be back at the orphanage, I'll call her and find out."
"Brian Weston?"
"Yea, that's me. Can I go now, I totally didn't kill Sexton, alright bro?"
"We just need conformation on a package you received on the night of Sextons death, alright kid?"
"Package? I didn't get no package. I saw Steve though, he was there, but he didn't give no package to me, know what I'm sayin'?"
"Did he have a package with him when he was at your place?" Danny asked suspiciously.
"Yea, but I dunno who he dropped it off to, Kyle Crawford maybe. He gets packages a lot." Brian answered.
"Are there any kids who had a problem with Sexton?" Flack asked his usually question.
"None of the kids would want to kill him, if that's what your sayin'. He was cool; let us do a lot of cool stuff."
"Alright well thank you Brian. Hey, if we need you we're gonna ask you for info, alright?" Danny told him.
"Yea, no problem."
"Think it's time we talk to Kyle Crawford. See what package was delivered to him." Flack said in a devilish tone.
"Where have you been Lindsay? Mac's been looking for you." Stella pressed.
"I know, I need to go tell him. Rebecca called me in a panic, I had to rush down there and make sure everything's alright. She said she couldn't get the image out of her head, so I asked her to explain it, turns out the gun fired once, just like we predicted, then the guy ran."
"Which way did he run?"
"Out the front door, she didn't catch a face, but she remembered him wearing a hat."
"A hat? What kind of hat."
"A trucker hat, which read "Nasty Nick's"."
"Looks like we're gonna need good ol' Flack again huh?"
"Yep, it sure does."