It was an ordinary day at the precinct. I was in my office drinking coffee and waiting for my detectives to arrive. It had been a slow week and my core crew had gone home for the night. What came next was something I never expected…
"Don, where's Liv?" Alex asked me as she burst into my office.
"Home sick with the flu" I replied, "why?"
"I think I made a big mistake" Alex told me, looking down at the ground. I didn't know what to expect. It didn't make sense. What was bothering Alex so much? There was silence for a moment, then she continued. "I told Liv" she whispered.
"Told her what?" I asked. I was still completely confused. As far as I knew there was nothing that was going on that she was supposed to be kept away from.
"I told her he was out" Alex replied.
"Who was out, Alex? You have to be a little more specific."
"The Bast**d who tried to rape her! Lowell Harris… I told her he was out and now he's dead!"
"Alex, what are you saying?" I asked her. My mind was going a mile a minute. If she was heading in the direction I thought she was going, I was about to have an enormous problem on my hands.
"She freaked out when I told her. She turned her phone off. I haven't been able to get ahold of her and she was so insistant…" she trailed off for a second. "… she was so insistant that he had to be stopped. She said that the scumbag needed to die.
"Alex… are you saying that Olivia killed Lowell Harris?" I asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"I'm saying… it's going to be a rough couple of months… at least…"