Danny pulled up the department vehicle to the curb of a small neighborhood. Lindsay frowned and looked around. The neighborhood was very clean; something Lindsay didn't see much of in New York. The walls were free of graffiti, windows weren't fixed with duck tape or bags, each door of the buildings were painted in a deep green color and held a brass knocker. Lindsay never expected to find her work mingling with a beautiful place like this.

Danny climbed out of the truck and took his kit from the back. Lindsay followed suit and climbed out of the truck. She could see the crime scene tape ahead of them, blocking off the steps to one of the green doors. She walked beside Danny along the sidewalk.

"Somethin's not right." Danny said.

Lindsay nodded. So it wasn't just her who thought this was wrong.

Danny held up the tape, allowing Lindsay to walk first before he ducked under it. Lindsay stood still, staring down at the body. Danny stood beside her as well. She could see the anger rising in his face.

An NYPD officer lay in a pool of his blood at the base of the steps. He held a large bullet hole in his back, indicating its entrance wound. He looked so young. Possibly twenty two or three. Lindsay stepped closer to the body and examined him. She found the exit hole in the center of his chest.

Lindsay looked up toward Danny. "Pierced his vest."

Danny shook his head and knelt down beside her. "Guy didn't even see it comin'."

"Sorry you two got this one." They looked up to see Flack standing on the other side. He was looking at the officers' body on the ground.

"Who found him?" Danny asked.

Flack nodded toward an elderly man outside the table. "That elderly chap came outside to water his flowers. Officer Wilson, here, was making his round in the neighborhood. The guy nods to the officer, Wilson nods back. Then he hears what sounds like an explosion. Turns, and find Wilson lying on the ground. He checks Wilson for a pulse and calls 911."

Lindsay shook her head. "He looks so young."

Flack nodded. "Rookie. Graduated from the Academy 'bout four months ago. Damn good one too."

Danny shook his head. He picked up his camera and started taking pictures. Lindsay continued to examine the body. She looked around the area, gathering information. She stood to look at his position. He was lying with his face toward the house, indicating that he was indeed shot in the back. The shooter had to be across the street. Lindsay turned her head across the street. She saw no space where someone could fire without causing attention.

"Let's get him to the morgue." Danny said.

Lindsay nodded. "Did he have any family?"

Flack nodded solemnly. "Father's on the force, we're locatin' him right now. I've got a car going for his mother. And I'm going to find his wife."

Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. "Who could do something like this?"

Flack shook his head. "When you know, let me know."

Lindsay nodded. Flack turned and left the crime scene. Lindsay watched as the ME's lifted the body for the ground in to the back of the van. Lindsay turned back to the house. Her eyes caught sight of a chip in the stone railings. Lindsay moved closer to the railing. The chip was circular, sliding off to the left of the railing.

Lindsay ducked beneath the crime tape and walk along the sidewalk. Between each railing was a section of flowers. Lindsay looked along the rose of flowers, searching for something out of place. Two doors down, she found a large gap in the flowerbeds. Lindsay pushed open the flowers and inspected the roots. She found a large streak through the dirt. Lindsay dug around the small mound of dirt in the flower bed and stopped.

"Danny!" Lindsay called. She turned toward the crime scene.

Danny looked over toward Lindsay. He walked under the take and met her. "What'd you find?"

Lindsay nodded her head toward the ground. "Our bullet."

Danny looked into the flowerbed and shook his head. He snapped a picture and stepped back. Lindsay picked up the bullet. It was at least three centimeters long. The bullet was covered in dirt and blood and showed no sign of deformation.

"Bag it." Danny said.

Lindsay nodded and placed the bullet into a bag. "From our vic position, he was shot from behind. The shooter was possibly across the street, but I don't see how he could get a shot without someone seeing him."

Danny nodded. "Let's get back to the lab. Maybe Sid can give us a solid place to start."

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