"So, our D.B. is the only suspect in a B&E and now he kills himself with the weapon that places him at the scene?" Dov asked rhetorically. He and Andy were talking to Detective Anderson, trying to track down the names of some legal clinics that Ms. Daniels may have worked or volunteered some time at. "What happened with the investigation, Rojas clearly wasn't convicted?"

"Wasn't even charged," Frankie Said. "Detective couldn't make it stick, not enough evidence to issue a warrant."

"Who had the gun?", Dov asked.

"As the story goes the owner was in the back room counting money out of the safe when he heard the shatter of glass from one of the front windows. He grabbed the gun he kept back there and went into the main room. He was jumped by a man, a struggle ensued for the gun, a single round was fired and embedded in the wall. The assailant eventually gained control of the weapon and ran off with it."

"So how did Rojas become the prime suspect?", asked Andy.

"Description from the owner, he claims to have seen the tattoo on Rojas' neck during the scuffle."

"But there was no DNA evidence," Dov guessed.

"Correct, which is strange to see in a physical altercation. Also, there were no pictures or video of the event or of rojas around the shop's area at the time in question. And now Rojas winds up dead from apparent suicide by the gun from that case and is implicated in the Daniels murder at the same time and can't defend himself in either. Pretty convenient."

"Where is that detective stationed now?", asked Dov.

"27 Division."

"Okay, this is all fascinating, but how does it connect to Mary Daniels?", Andy asked.

"The pawn shop owner's name was Andrew Walsh. He was the 911 caller from the Daniels murder. He found her body."

"We got to bring him in," Dov said. "Go over his statement again, see if we can poke any holes in it.

"We will, but there are some ends to tie up first. Listen to this. Walsh's son died of a drug overdose 3 years ago. The drugs came through Los Viboras. And Slint was the detective assigned to that case as well. Again, couldn't pin anything on anyone in particular but Walsh was convinced it was Rojas. Slint even wrote down that Walsh suggested he would do his own investigating and had talked to a legal clinic about what he would legally be able to do and what evidence he would need to find, since the police couldn't do anything about it. If Walsh turns out to be the guy like it is looking he might, I want to have all the ammo to use against him as possible. We need to track down the legal clinics, see what's what there. And talk to Detective Slint and get his take on Walsh."

"That's actually sort of why we stopped in," Andy said. "Did you get the names of the legal clinics that Mary Daniels worked at? We thought there may have been a connection there. Now, I'm almost certain."

Uh, yeah. I'll email those to Nash. Work that with her, talk to the clinics and find out what you can. Also, could you track down the addresses for Walsh and Slint and send them to me?"

"Yeah, no problem."

Cool, Epstein, you doing anything?"

"Not really, Swarek's in court today."

"Alright, you and I are going to talk to evidence and confirm as much as we can about the ballistics test from the B&E. This whole thing is too convenient for my liking."

Andy went back upstairs and walked over to Traci. "Traci…"

"What took you so long?", Traci asked turning around. "And where's my coffee?"

"Forget about that…," Andy filled her in on what she had learned. "Traci, there is way too much linked together here for this to all be a coincidence. We have to press this."

"I agree. I'll call up these legal clinics and see if I can get anywhere, might take some time though so I probably won't get anything until after lunch.

Andy looked down at her watch not realizing that it was after noon. She was supposed to meet Sam for lunch while his trial was on recess." Okay, I'm going to meet up with Sam for lunch. Give me a call if something breaks and I'll be right back." With that, Andy hustled downstairs and went out to the parking lot.

Traci turned back to her computer and looked up Slint first knowing he'd be in the system since he was a retired cop. Sure, enough an address got returned to her within seconds. She jotted it down and initiated the search on Walsh. She noted the listed address and found the house was indeed owned by a Walsh, Andrew. She entered the information into an email and sent it to Frankie. With that done, she turned attention to the legal clinics and did a location search for both of them. The second was only a half-mile from Walsh's house. She called the clinic and got the run-around about privileged information and needing subpoenas. Eventually she got to talk to a boss who said he'd release any information he could, given the circumstances, so long as her boss signed a letter for their records. Another tangle of bureaucratic red tape broken through, she mused to herself as she headed down to talk to Oliver.

Frankie and Dov were at headquarters talking to the evidence department. The person working the desk, whose name tag said 'Nancy', had nothing to add to the puzzle. "So how could you have ballistics results if you didn't have the gun to fire for a comparison after the first incident?", Frankie asked, a little bothered.

"I couldn't have. Somebody else, I don't know. Maybe the lab identified the barreling marks on the round."

"We don't mean to accuse you or anything," Dov tried to soothe the situation. "We're simply asking for confirmation that you couldn't get an 100% accurate reading without the gun."

"I like you better," she said turning in her chair to face Dov directly. Frankie rolled her eyes. "My guess would be that the first bullet was analyzed and a high-res photo was stored in the system. Then, since that case went unsolved, it was put in to the cold case box and stored away. Then, when the second bullet comes in, it gets scanned in and the system picks out the similarities between the two. And now the lab has the gun so they fire a test round and compare all three and confirm they were fired by the same weapon."

Frankie huffed and turned to walk out.

"Thanks for your time, ma'am," Dov said and hurried to catch up to Frankie who was walking and reading from her phone. "Where to next?"

Frankie spoke without looking up. We call over to 27 and see if Slint is on duty. If he is, we go over there and talk to him. If not, Nash got me the address of his house.

Andy met up with Sam at a diner down the street from the courthouse. Andy took a moment to appreciate Sam dressed up in a suit, it didn't happen all that often. But, when it did, the view was nice. They both ordered a burger and lemonade and caught each other up on their day. Waiting in a courtroom to be called as a witness was less exciting then sounded so Andy's day dominated the conversation

"How does killing Rojas with that gun implicate him in the stabbing of Mary Daniels? I mean, I know he had the knife but that could have been planted. Why would he keep the murder weapon?", Andy asked around a bite of her burger.

"It doesn't. But it does implicate him in the pawn shop B&E which in turn establishes a record of a violent offender. The leap to armed robber in a park, especially as a gangbanger, is not a big one. Especially when he is found with the murder weapon. I have no idea why he'd keep the knife. It's suspicious."

"Are you suggesting he was framed?"

"Not necessarily, what I'm suggesting is that if it appears that he killed Mary Daniels, which having in his possession the murder weapon with his prints on it does, most cops would look to closely into what happened to a murderer and documented gang member. They would chalk it up to suicide, lay the Daniels murder on him, call it a win, and be home for dinner."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately for him or them or whoever killed Rojas, the wrong cops caught this case." Andy said. "I think we need to bring Walsh in but Frankie said everything we have is too circumstantial-"

"It is. You couldn't hold him on it. She's right. You need to check all the leads and build a case against him."

"I just have this gut feeling he's the guy and I hate that he's out there. Planning, running, whatever." Andy was about to say something else but her phone rang. "It's Traci," she said before answering it. "Yeah Trace, what's up? … Uh-huh … Really? … Okay, I'm heading back now."

"I got to go," she said to Sam after hanging up. "We may have broken through something here." She got up and kissed her husband.

They both said, "I love you" and Sam added "be careful" as she left the diner. Sam watched her get in her squad car and take off back towards 15 until she was out of sight. Then he finished his meal pondering just what his wife was in the middle of.