-Chapter 3-

The next morning 5:30am at the 12th everything was different. Ryan and Esposito didn't really know what to do without the captain and without Beckett and so they went back to the cemetary to look for anything that could lead them to the shooter.

"What do we have, bro?" Esposito asked.

"Well nothing really. We should check the surveillance videos from yesterday. The shooter has to be the boss of the whole arrangement or he had already hired another contract killer because Roy killed the known rest of them." Ryan reasoned.

So they went to the surveillance office and got the videos. Then the rolled back to the precinct. The flags in front of the building were on half-mast because of Roy Mongomerys death. The athmosphere at the precinct was depressing.

"Yo! I think I found something" Ryan exclaimed.

Esposito came over to Ryans desk and looked at the computer.

"At 2:16 pm Beckett started her speech and right before that at 2:05 pm someone suspicious entered the south entry of the cemetary. Look who doesn't expect surveillance cams at a cemetary." Ryan said smugly.

"Who is that?" Esposito asked.

"I don't know that YET. BUT it has to be the shooter and we can even see his car… or not… he came with a bus but we can zoom in on his face and show the picture every single busdriver in New York City."

"Wooow and how should a busdriver recognize and ID someone who drove with his bus once?" Esposito doubted.

"You pessimist! Maybe he took this bus more than once and maybe he owns a seven-day ticket or something. At least we have something to start the interrogation with." Ryan said: "C'mon let's make little roadtrip!"

He printed out the picture of the shooter who wore a black jacket with a huge hood which made it harder to recognize him but they took their chance and went to the bus company.

"Hello Sir. I'm Detective Javier Esposito and that's my partner Detective Kevin Ryan NYPD. We are here to talk to the busdriver who stopped next to the New Montfiore Cemetary yesterday at 2or 2:05pm."

"Ehm okay what happened? Did he steal something from one of the costumers again? Oh I will fire that guy right now!"

"Hey calm down Mister…"

"McKrindle"

"Okay Mr. McKrindle it's okay. Nothing was stolen but we need the name of the driver and we have to talk to him. What was his name?" Ryan asked.

"His name is ehm I don't know his last name but his first name is John. He didn't show up here today. He lives at the Archstone East 39th in a big building. A nice loft. I have no idea how he can afford that. He is a bus driver… well maybe he has rich parents. Like my cousin Jim. His family had a little farm and now he…"

"Okay Mr. McKrindle we have to hurry. Sorry maybe next time." Esposito said trying not to piss him off.

"Well if you wanna miss this story… okay! Bye!"

Ryan and Esposito went across the whole city and enterd the huge building. At the lobby they asked for someone named John and the portier lead them to loft number 4 and then left them alone.

"John! Open up! NYPD we have to talk to you!" Ryan yelled knocking at the door.

Noone answered so they opened the door without permission. They entered a huge room.

"Hey! NYPD nobody move!" Ryan screamed but they came to late.

A young man probably John laid on the sofa murdered. At least he didn't have to suffer. There was one clear shot to the chest and one between his eyes. This had to have been someone with expert-knowhow.

"Dammit!" Esposito cursed and then he called Lanie to examine the body.