He saw the way the man looked over the kids. Elliot looked over at what he thought was a visiting little league team. The coach was wearing a suit; he was instructing the kids to be on their best behavior while they were at Chuck E Cheese. The team scattered. The man grabbed one of the boys before he could run off. He knelt down and talked in his ear before leading him off to the restroom.
"Honey," someone called. Elliot turned to see Kathy waving him over. Kathleen was sitting in front of her birthday cake. He checked the restroom before joining his family. After the kids were done eating and they were playing with the games, Elliot decided to look for the coach and the kid.
The boy was sitting by himself. He was holding a couple of tokens, but didn't move to any of the games. He walked over to the boy. "Hi," he started.
The boy looked at him. "Hi."
"My name's Elliot. What's your name?" Elliot kneeled to see at eye level.
"Cassidy."
"Cassidy, who is that man over there?" He pointed to the coach.
"That's Coach Goodman."
"Why did he go into the bathroom with you?"
"I'm not supposed to tell."
"It's okay; you can tell me."
"I want to keep playing. I have to do whatever he says."
"Cassidy, what does he do to you?" Cassidy started to silently cry; he shook his head. "Okay, Cassidy. I'm not asking you that anymore. But I still want to ask something. Does he do this to anyone else?" Cassidy nodded his head.
"Cassidy, come join your teammates," someone yelled. Cassidy ran over to a game with two boys. Coach Goodman walked over to Elliot. "Woody Goodman. Coach for the team."
"Elliot Stabler. It's my daughter's birthday."
"They're a great bunch of kids."
"Yeah. Why are you here in New York?"
"Oh, we had a field trip to see the Sharks in actions. I own the team." Woody checked the time. "I'm sorry; I would continue the conversation, but these kids need to get on the plane. Six hours to get back to Neptune." Woody gathered the kids and started to lead them outside.
Cassidy was the last one out. He ran over to Elliot. "I'm scared."
"Don't worry. If you want to talk, here's my number." Elliot handed him one of the police cards. He ran back in order to not be noticed.
Elliot pulled out his cell phone and called a number. "Benson."
"Liv, I need the number for the Neptune police department."