CSI: NY

Ouch.

That had to hurt.

Not as bad

as his bill for his time.

Who's the vic?

Name's Manny Hinde, attorney-at-law.

You probably heard his radio commercial.

"Had an accident?

Hurt on the job?"

"Call the legal mind of Manny Hinde."

Oh.

Secretary found him

when she came in this morning.

Said that he stayed late last night

to work on a bunch of briefs.

Through and through.

Fired at point-blank range.

Body temp

suggests TOD was around midnight.

Outside of where it impacted the glass,

I'm not seeing any ballistic striae on its surface.

So we're not talking

about your average gat. No.

But whatever it was...

somebody clearly used it to blow the legal mind of Manny Hinde.

Any signs of forced entry?

None whatsoever.

Then Manny Hinde might have known his killer.

What about family?

Divorced twice.

Both of his exes live out of state.

No kids.

His secretary says he spent half his life in the office,

the other half in court. Any idea

what kind of cases he was working?

He was counsel to 17 plaintiffs.

Six traffic accidents,

eight worker comps,

two slip-and-falls and a bad lip enhancement.

Though I have yet to see a good one.

Sounds like there could be

any number of defendants who didn't appreciate Manny's work.

I sent a copy of the case files to your office.

Good.

It could help us figure out

who chased this ambulance chaser into an early grave.

REPORTER (on TV): Police say they have no leads at this stage

and they're appealing for help from the public.

Hey, I thought we were having lunch together.

Yeah, sorry, me too, babe.

But Mac's got me poring over Manny Hinde's

case files.

Which I actually like to call

"50 Shades of Sleazebag."

It's better than running ballistics

on a bullet with no ballistics.

How you supposed to do that? Exactly.

Hey, will you turn that up?

A million dollars. A million!

You telling me it wouldn't knock you out cold to have

somebody hit you with that kind of lettuce?

So far, over the last 24 hours, ten individuals

across New York City have received cashier's checks

from an anonymous donor for a million dollars apiece.

Officials at First Federation Bank, where the checks

were processed, had no comment on the identity

of the generous benefactor

people are now simply referring to as

the "Guardian Angel."

The Guardian Angel?

Can I get a number on this guy?

I want to give him our address.

...every borough across town.

And while none

of the random recipients claim to have any clue

about why they've been given a million in cash,

it's clearly had a very big impact.

Uh, I'm gonna get out of the projects.

I'm gonna go back to school.

Um, I'm gonna do everything my mother dreamed I would.

Flores, a fast-food restaurant employee...

Wow. What kind of person gives that type of coin away

to someone they don't even know?

Somebody who wants to feel good, I would imagine.

...an investment planner, a songwriter,

and a retired veteran.

Borrow your pen?

Also, no one has been able to figure out

what exactly these folks have in common,

aside from their newfound wealth

and their obvious joy, and also...

You know, the most free money

I ever got was $1.75 in extra change

from that vending machine.

You should give it back.

Seriously?

Absolutely.

Jo Danville.

Okay, on our way.

All right, let's go work, Adam.

You can earn back that snack machine bonus.

Name is Justin VanderHeyden.

23 years old, mechanical engineer.

Graduated with honors last year

from the Brooklyn University of Science.

Sounds like a bright kid.

Never got less than an "A" according to his parents.

Nothing more than jury duty according to his record.

Then how'd he end up here?

Landlord came by around noon looking for the rent.

Said the door was open.

He found Justin dead on the floor.

No signs of breaking and entering.

Looks like a single round.

Penetrating trauma to the heart,

judging by the blood loss.

Liver temp...

puts the time of death about 10:00 last night.

Okay, so we got two computer speakers, a mouse pad

and no computer.

So we could still be looking at burglary,

even without the B and E.

Maybe Justin let the wrong person in.

Hey, Jo, check this out.

This table's covered with some kind of powdered metal.

Not totally covered.

Sometimes the biggest clue is the one that's missing.

So what would you do

in that position?

If somebody gave me a million bucks?

Hmm. I'd probably use it to help underprivileged youth.

Aw. Or buy a Tesla.

Huh.

That's weird.

What?

These metal fragments I collected

from Manny Hinde's desk

are testing positive for gunshot residue.

But they're made

of some kind of metal and epoxy resin

that I've never seen on any weapon before.

Yeah, then we're in the exact same boat.

'Cause I can't tell Mac anything more

about what fired this bullet than you can.

But it wasn't until the East Village couple found a gift

from the Guardian Angel that they realized

just how lucky they were.

But now the three of us are gonna be just fine.

The three of us?

I'm gonna be a father? Yeah.

Okay, people.

These bodies aren't gonna autopsy themselves.