He finds a young woman sitting at his desk. He takes a seat, and carefully places his hot cup of coffee on his desk.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for detective Benson," she replies.
"I'm her partner, maybe I can help."
"No I need to speak with her."
"Ok. She should be back in just a few minutes."
"I'll wait," she agrees taking a seat in a chair next to Olivia's desk.
"Ok."
Ten minutes later Olivia returns with lunch. She finds Elliot at his desk. He looks up when he hears her footsteps.
"Liv?"
"Yeah?" she questions as she approaches him.
"This young lady would like to talk to you," he announces.
She places the bag of take out on her desk. She approaches the girl.
"You're detective Benson?" the young woman asks.
"Yes," Olivia confirms.
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Elijah Keller."
Elliot watches Liv. Olivia looks at the girl. He can tell the that she recognizes the name by the look in her eyes. The look on her face tells him that it's something serious. Olivia nods, and points to the stairs.
"Let's go talk," she agrees.
The young woman follows Olivia up the stairs. Olivia takes a seat at the table. The young woman sits in a chair next to her.
"I didn't catch your name."
"My name is Faith."
"Ok Faith, what brought you here?"
"Elijah Keller."
"Has he done something to you?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean, not yet?"
"He has sent me letters. He has been following me."
"How do you know?"
"He sent me pictures."
"Why?"
"He wants to make me disappear."
"He wants to kidnap you?"
"No, he wants to kill me."
"Why?"
"Are you aware that South Carolina has no statue of limitations?"
"Yes I am aware of that, why does it matter?"
"You know who Elijah Keller is, don't you?"
"Yes, I know," she says flatly.
"Look Detective Benson... you are the only one who can help me. You know what he is capable of."
"Why does he want to kill you?"
"Without me there is no evidence of the crime that he committed. All of the physical evidence against him was destroyed in a fire six years ago."
"How did he find you?"
"I started digging up things, that should have remained buried. Some secrets, are better left as secrets."
"Why you?"
"You are familiar with Elijah Keller's crimes?"
"Assault, and battery, DUI, attempted murder, rape, murder, kidnapping, and criminal trespassing," she rattles off his rap sheet, as if she has it memorized.
"I am the only thing standing in his way. They were able to tie him to all of the crimes. They didn't have the tools to prove it was him, when they did obtain the tools an arsonist conveniently burned down the storage unit where the evidence against him was being housed."
"Should I add that to the list?"
"I am sure it was him."
"So why does he want you dead?"
"I'm the only proof that any of it ever happened. Some of the detectives, they have their personal files, some crime scene photos, notes, witness statements, but that is not enough to arrest him. They need evidence, DNA proof."
"I don't understand."
"I was adopted. Recently I have began to wonder who my biological parents were, what my story was. I never should have started asking questions. I learned things that I didn't want to know. Elijah Keller raped my biological mother. Almost nine months, to the day, before I was born. She gave me up for adoption. He beat her so badly that if the people in the condo next to hers hadn't arrived home a day early, she would be dead. DNA confirmed that he is my biological father. The detectives want to reopen the case. They think it is enough to convict him."
"I don't know how I can help."
"Make him go away. You know the story, you know what he's done, what he is capable of. You are the only one who can stop him."
"Do your parents know?"
"Yes. They think that I am paranoid, that no one is following me. That he isn't trying to kill me, they think that the pictures I showed them are photoshopped, or that... someone else took them. They don't believe me."
"Do you have the pictures with you?"
Faith nods, she pulls a manila envelope out of her bag. She hands it to Olivia.
"The first letter I opened, the ones that followed I opened with gloves."
"Why are you here now?"
"My parents went out of town for the weekend. I will be home alone, with my twelve year old brother. He is not going to protect anyone. He falls down the stairs every morning. We have lived in the same house his entire life, and he still doesn't realize that there are sixteen stairs, not fifteen."
"Where is he now?"
"He is staying with a friend."
"Faith..."
"I don't need you to say anything. I just need you to find him. That is all I am asking. That is all I need from you."
"Ok," Olivia agrees.