Detective Mac Taylor is a dedicated and driven crime-scene investigator who believes that everything is connected and everyone has a story. He and his partner, Detective Stella Bonasera, lead a team of experts through the gritty and kinetic world of New York City. These skilled investigators, who see New York in a unique light, follow the evidence as they piece together clues and eliminate doubt to ultimately crack their cases.
The body of a middle-aged man is found in the elevator of a ritzy doorman building on the Upper East Side. Mac Taylor and Aiden Burn's initial investigation yields no bullets, no DNA evidence, and no motive. Could this be the perfect crime? Meanwhile, only a few blocks away, Stella Bonasera and Danny Messer investigate the murder of a witness being held in protective custody. The law enforcement officers on duty swear that the victim spent the night in a locked hotel room -- only to be found dead in the morning. From the heart of midtown to the outer boroughs, the New York CSI team must piece together the evidence and solve two puzzling crimes in the city that never sleeps.
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August 30, 2005
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Excerpt from Dead of Winter by Stuart M. Kaminsky
The dead man sat slumped against the rear wall of the small, wood-paneled elevator. His head was resting against his left shoulder, his hands were folded against his chest. Just above his right hand was a blotch of blood. His left leg lay out of the elevator door.
The slippered foot was the first thing Detective Mac Taylor saw as he walked quickly across the marble-tiled lobby of the apartment building on York Avenue near 72nd Street.
Mac moved past two uniformed officers and stood in front of the open door next to Aiden Burn, who was clicking away with her camera at the corpse and the elevator. The dead man was wearing a gray sweat suit with two holes chest high leading into bloody darkness.
"Still snowing " asked Burn as Mac checked his watch. It was a few minutes after ten. He pulled on a pair of white latex gloves.
"Three more inches expected," said Taylor, kneeling next to the body. There was just enough room for the two Crime Scene Unit investigators and the corpse inside the small elevator.
"Who is he " Mac asked.
"Name's Charles Lutnikov," Burn said. "Apartment six, third floor."
Lutnikov was about fifty, had thinning dark hair, and a paunch.
"No pockets in the sweat suit," said Mac, gently rolling the body first right and then left. "Who IDed him "
"Doorman," said Burn, glancing back at the uniformed patrolman who was clearly admiring her rear end.
"You married " Burn asked the cop, camera in one latex gloved hand.
"Me " the cop said with a smile, pointing to himself.
"You," she said.
"A man is dead here," she said. "Probable homicide. Look at him, think about him, and not my ass. Can you do that "
"Yes," said the cop, no longer smiling.
"Good. The kit out there next to the door. Move it just where I can reach it."
"Bad night " Mac asked.
"I've had better," said Aiden, continuing to snap away as the cop moved Aiden's equipment box.
Mac's eyes were focused on the dead man's chest. "Looks like two bullet holes. No powder burns."
Mac looked at the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the small wood-paneled elevator and then leaned over and carefully pulled the corpse forward.
"No sign of exit wounds," he said, letting the body slump back.