"Officer Wilson bled out within seconds. The bullet pierced his pulmonary artery, causing massive internal bleeding before it emerged from his chest. Death was quick, but painful." Sid explained. He unclipped his glass and lowered them under his chin. He looked down and sighed. "So young."
Danny nodded. "You manage to pull any trace from him?"
Sid shook his head. "Nothing. But I did examine the entry wound. No bruising or mussel burns, so Lindsay's statement of the shooter's distance would be accurate. I estimate about, fifty to a hundred feet would do this damage. His clothes for you are waiting for you guys at the door. Hopefully you two can find something."
Lindsay took the bag of his clothes. "Thanks Sid."
Sid nodded. "Anytime."
Danny and Lindsay walked out of autopsy. The elevator ride up to the lab was quiet. Lindsay knew how serious any cop shooting was no matter what state. But the NYPD prided itself in finding cop killers. She hoped she'd be able to help them find this killer. The doors opened to the lab. Danny stepped off first as Lindsay was still thinking. She followed Danny through the halls.
"You want the clothes or bullet?" Danny asked.
"Bullet." Lindsay answered. "I want to know what kind of weapon could do this."
Danny nodded. Lindsay set the bag of clothes on the table and picked up the bag holding the bullet. "I'll find out all that I can and give you a hand."
"Take your time, Lindsay. We need to be thorough." Danny said.
Lindsay nodded and headed for ballistics. Lindsay started scrolling through the database for all bullets with similar qualities as the one in her bag. She eyes the bullet as the computer narrowed down the bullet types. Copper tip and solid casing. She couldn't believe someone could shoot this bullet through a rookie cop.
The computer beeped with her results. Lindsay looked at the screen and printed her results. She picked up the paper from the printer and read them over. Lindsay shook her head in disgust and headed for reconstruction.
Lindsay set up three body dummies in reconstruction. Lindsay brought out the three rifles she'd been given. She loaded each on with a single bullet. Lindsay donned her protective gear and cleared the room. She fired each weapon to the back of each dummy. Lindsay removed her gear and took up the picture of Wilson's wound. She compared each dummy to the wound until she found the matching bullet hole. Lindsay picked up the murder recreation weapon and examined it.
An M14 7.62 mm rifle and cartridge. Each bullet weighed 146 point 6 grams. Traveled at 2,756 feet per second and could pierce tank armor. Lindsay shook her head in disgust; piercing police issue vest was nothing for this bullet. Lindsay took the rifle and headed for trace to find Danny.
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Danny was still in trace, searching through the officers' uniform. He shook his head in frustration; he hadn't managed to find a single bit of trace from the clothes. Danny turned his attention to the vest. The hole was clean through, soaked in Wilson's blood. It was standard police issue Type IIIA vest. Everyone in the department was issued one.
Lindsay barged into trace. Danny's eyes widened at the sight of the trifle in her hands. "M14 seven point sixty-two cartridge and casing. Capable of traveling two thousand seven hundred and fifty-six feet per second." She cocked the gun, popping out the cartridge. "Three centimeter bullet with a two inch casing. Capable of piercing tank armor from a concealed location."
Danny shook his head and set down the vest. "Standard issue police vest. Prevents everything from a 9mm to .44 Magnums. They don't come close to an M14."
Lindsay nodded. "That bullet cut through the vest like it wasn't even there."
"We gotta find this guy." Danny said.
"Well buying guns is pretty easy now. You get anything from trace?" Lindsay asked.
Danny shook his head. "Nothing. Not even GSR from the entry point."
Lindsay set the gun down. "We need to go back to crime scene. With the bullet capacity for speed, maybe we can find the bullet now?"
Danny nodded. "I'll drive."
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Lindsay stood across the street from the crime scene. Danny stood across, where Wilson had been standing. Lindsay walked along the sidewalk, trying to get the trajectory of the bullet. She noted that the other side of the street was the same as the crime scene, stone railings and flowerbeds. No clear place to shoot, without causing a disturbance. Or without being seen. She turned back to Danny. He shrugged. Lindsay shook her head and started back across the street. She stepped off the curb and stopped.
Lindsay knelt down to the ground. She caught sight of a silver jacket of a gun. She pulled out her gloves and picked up the jacket. Lindsay pulled out the bullet from the scene and compared it to the jacket. The bullet completes the final piece of the jacket. Lindsay looked back up at Danny. Lindsay bit her lip and adjusted her footing until she found the angle.
"What's goin' on Montana?" Danny called.
Lindsay stood, "Our shooter was right here."
Danny's head tilted. He jogged across the street and joined her. "That can't be possible. You're practically standin' in the middle of the street."
Lindsay shook her head. "Maybe the shooter was kneeling behind something? A car or dumpster?"
Danny looked around the neighborhood. "No way. There's somethin' missin' here."
"Look, I'm just going with the evidence Danny-"
"I know, I know. I'm not intentionally shootin' down your reason, Lindsay. I just…"Danny trailed off.
Lindsay tilted her head. "Cop murders are hard, Danny. I understand."
Danny nodded. "Let's get the casing back to the lab, maybe our killer left a print."
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Danny sat in front of his computer the next day staring at the finger print they'd lifted from the casing. There'd been no hit anywhere in the database. Not even unsolved cases with the same weapon. He'd hit a dead end.
Lindsay entered the office, "Anything?"
Danny shook his head, "Nothin'. You manage to find anything on the clothes?"
"No. I didn't find anything." Lindsay answered.
Danny sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Which means we've hit a dead end."
Just then, their pagers went off. Both reached for their pagers.
"Mac." Danny said looking up at Lindsay.
Lindsay nodded. "911."
"Let's go." Danny stood up.
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four chunks in one chapter, i didn't want four itty bitty chaps, so deal.
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