Danny looked at Flack, who was sitting in the driver's seat, "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Of course I can, Mac gave me this assignment."
"But Mac doesn't know about your history with Dail."
"No body else but you, me, Dail and Olivia knows about our history."
"I think you should tell Mac." Flack parked the car in front of Dail apartment house, "I think about it, now trop it. We have a husband who needs to know what happened to his wife." Danny rubbed his eyes, why life had to be such a goddamn hell? He knew exactly why Don had hated Olivia, and had hard feelings against Peter Dail; he had been there that day, had seen and heard everything. First thought what Danny had had, after he had tried save Flack from hart ache for seeing once again someone he once had loved dead, was that bitch deserved to die. But few minutes calming down, showed him that no one should die so horrible. Even if they had hurt his best friend, above all the one who had got hurt, had forgiven, or just moved on with his life. He stopped next to his partner who had already knocked on Dail's door. Few moments past before they heard locks opening and the man himself appeared on the door, "Flack, what you're doing here?"
"Hello to you to, Peter. I need to talk to you." Not a one muscle moved on his face.
"What if I don't want to talk to you?" Peter hovered over the door like lion who tried to protect his family.
Flack turned to Danny, "I should be the one, who says those words," who only struggled his shoulders. Don looked at Peter again, "That's a shame, because I wanted to talk about your wife."
"You found her?" he stepped in front of the door to let them in. "Yeah. You remember Danny Messer." Flack tried to draw little pit, he never liked to tell any man that his wife was dead.
"Yeah I remember him," he looked once at Danny and turned to Flack, "So where is she, when can I see her?"
"She is dead," Flack could not even look at the man. Danny did, he saw how all the color drained from his face. Peter wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by little voice; "Daddy, what's going on?" four and half a year old little girl was standing in the beginning of the hall. Don eyes traveled to her, she was a spitting image of Dail but she had her mother's eyes. Peter glanced once to Flack and then turned to his daughter. "Sweetie go back to your room, daddy needs to talk to those gentlemen, and then he is going to come to you."
"But daddy."
"No, buts Carla go to your room."
"Yes daddy." Little girl went towards to her room end of the hall. Dail didn't looked at Flack and Danny before his daughter was lost in it. "What happened?"
"We don't know exactly yet, her body is with our ME." Danny answered that question. He knew Flack needed sometime to concentrate on the questioning, god that was on hell of a day.
"When can I have her body?"
"In few days." Flack came out of the haze he had fallen in again, "Peter we have some questions for you. Can you answer them?" Dail looked at Flack, like seeing him for the first time. "Yeah I think so."
"When did Olivia disappear?"
"A week ago. When she went out with some friends, Brenda and Selma, you remember them" Flack nodded, "When she left them, she called and told me that she will be home in forty minutes. But she never came."
"Did she have any enemies?"
Peter smirked, "except you?"
"Funny, Dail, funny." But Flack smirked also, that remark, lightened the tension in the room. "Sorry, I had to say that. No she didn't have any enemies. I know its kind of a strange; consider that she is a therapist. She consulted ordinary people, with their everyday problems. All her clients loved her."
"So no enemies?"
"No." Flack pinched his root of his nose; everything was like Melody's case, "Did she have any feuds with neighbors?"
"No, they all loved her; I'm sorry Flack that I'm not any help."
"It's alright Peter; we do everything, what we can to find her killer." He looked at Danny, who nodded they started to go towards the door, when Peter stopped them, "Flack!"
"Yeah," Don looked at the man, "I'm sorry, I know it comes late, but I really am."
"It's ok, long forgotten."
When they sat to the car, Danny glanced at Don, he knew that everything wasn't right, but soon it would be. "I have a question." He said when Flack started the car and maneuvered into the New York traffic, "You always to." He didn't even look at his buddy.
"Don't even Colin and Patrick know what happened between you and Olivia?"
"No they don't, you right now are the only one."
"Okay." Sight what came from Danny, made Flack to think, he knew he had to tell Mac. And he knew that he had to talk someone else to.
Stella and Lindsay walked into the morgue, where Sid was already examining Olivia.
"Hi Sid!"
"Hey girls," he looked at the body, then Lindsay and Stella, "So this is another one of Flacks?" both girls nodded.
"So tell us what's you got," Stella observed the body, once she knew her, Stella herself had introduced Olivia to Flack, but their friendship ended when she and Flack ended relationship, she even didn't know why Olivia, didn't want to meet her anymore, but that's life, everything changes. "She has been dead four days and been raped several times."
"Like Melody?" Lindsay held back the shiver from her voice.
"Yes, when she came in, I though she died to the stab wounds, look the first wound cuts her left lung and the second her heart." Monroe's and Bonasera's eyes followed his finger, "But I was wrong," girls exchanged glances, "You wrong?" came sarcastic respond
"Yeah, in closer examiner, I found out that she died like Melody."
"Cocaine overdose?"
"Yeah. And the killer used condom, no sperm and I don't know what was used to stab her, something very sharp."
"Thanks Sid."
"God, I want to know, who is that killer and why is he after Flack." Lindsay hit her fist against her balm.
"I know Lindsay, remember it's our job to find out." Lindsay scratched her nose and followed Stella out from the Morgue.
Mac stared furiously at Kendell real estates agency secretary, even his badge didn't help, Hawkes maintained a low profile and let Mac solve the problem, "What do you mean, that you can't let us meet Ms. Swan?" his voice was calm, but his eyes told a different story.
"It means that you need appointment to see her." That was it to Mac.
"Look," he glanced girl's nametag, "Hermione, today was found a dead woman from the apartment which real estate agent is Ms. Swan, to you know what kind of a picture it's drawing to us, that you won't let us meet her." Sheldon stepped closer he knew Mac's last words had affect. "Just a moment I check with Ms. Swan." Mac flashed one of is rear smiles to Hawkes, few moments later Hermione finished the call, "She is seeing you now, third door in the left." Hawkes gave comforting smile to the girl and followed Mac. Taylor stepped into the office after he knocked; Terry Swan was standing in front of the window and looked at him and Hawkse.
"Terry Swan, I'm detective Mac Taylor and this is Dr Sheldon Hawkes from CSI."
"How can I help you gentlemen?"
"We have few questions for you." Hawkes stepped closer to the woman
"Yes."
"About the body, in one of your apartments."
"Yes of course in 145."
"Yes that's the one. Do you know this woman?" Mac showed the woman the picture what he had snapped before he left the crime scene. Swan looked closely, the face made her stomach turn, who could to something like that to a woman, "No I haven't never met her."
"To you know who the killer could have got into the apartment?" Hawkes stepped in.
"I don't have idea, there is only two set of keys, one set is always with me, in my bag when I visit the apartment or in my suitcase," she took her suitcase from the floor and the showed inside to Mac and Hawkes, they saw perfectly organized suitcase where were many set of keys, "And the other one is in my office safe," she opened that to and showed second set to CSI's, "Show I don't have a clue how they got into the apartment." Mac frowned, he had hoped that he could get some answers from the real estate agency, but he was wrong.
"Thank you Ms. Swan. And we apologize for wasting your time."
"That's no problem det. Taylor. I'm clad that I could have been a little help."
"Yeah, if you remember something give us a call." Hawkes handed her his card. "Good day." Two CSI's walked from the office and past the secretary who gave them furious smile.
"So what know?" Sheldon asked when they drove off.
"Nothing, we go back to the lab and look what the others got, and then go home, because it almost end of the shift and I don't want anybody to bull a double. Tomorrow morning you go and take 145 doors keyhole, and examine it I want to know everything about it."
"Got it."
Mac sat behind his desk and looked at his team, they all looked tired, but they all where there except on, Flack was missing, Don had talked to him and told everything about Olivia and him and then disappeared. Mac had called to Capt Grey and asked where Flack was because he didn't answer to his mobile and his home phone. Grey had told him that he had sent Flack home. Mac rubbed his tired eyes, maybe he was home and just didn't answer, who knows.
"So tell me what to we got?"
"She died four days ago, she had been bind for all seven days, and one of them was in apartment 145. She had been raped several times like Melody, no sperm. She had been stabbed to lung and heart, but that didn't kill her, she died to cocaine overdose. She was drugged, that's why she didn't fight back." Sid shoved his hand throw his hair, he was somewhat glad that that Flack wasn't there to listen it, but Don already knew it all.
"Did you find something from the crime scene?" Mac turned to Stella and Lindsay
"Only her wallet nothing more."
"What did her husband say?" Danny massaged his temples. "Nothing important. That she didn't have any enemies, and everybody loved her."
"Real estate agent didn't help us either." After that Hawkes announcement everyone seemed lost.
"Goddamned I want to know where Flack is." Mac scratched his forehead.
"Why?" Lindsay looked sharply at him
"I have a warning to give him."
"Why?" Everybody shouted that question.
"Because he locked Mary into the lab cleaner's closet."
"Hey that was my idea." Danny frowned.
"Your idea was to lock her into the toilet."
"Oh yeah, I can to that other time."
"No ones locking Mary anywhere. God someone should have warned her not to teas Flack after Danny and Lindsay had had their fun." Mac himself was smirking like a kit on Christmas morning.
"OH yeah, I would have want to see Flack covert with Pink color." Stella rubbed her hands together.
"You can," Adam chuckled, "Because I have all it on tape. I make all of you a copy before Flack finds the original."
"Speaking of Flack, Danny could you go and check his apartment, I want to know if he's alright." Mac rose behind his desk.
"Right boss." Everyone left the office, Danny to Flack and the others to get copy's of pink Flack.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update, I have been very busy. But here it at last is. If you find mistakes, tell me please, becase my beta reader is also engaged, she could not check. I hope you enjoy it, becase I enjoy writing it.
