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Chapter 7
Casey pored over the files at her desk that she had taken from the Stabler apartment. The adoption of Calvin by Olivia had indeed had some stipulations but as far as she was aware they were still being met. Given that Calvin was still under eighteen however the State had every right to step in if a claim for the child had been made and that the claim had merit. Being the biological relative of the child was certainly a legitimate claim. The problem was, the paperwork did not give the name of the relative making the claim nor did it explain the relation.
"What in the hell is going on?" She muttered to herself before picking up the phone and dialing a friend of hers who was schooled in the laws of adoption and Family Court where the hearing was to be held.
"Matty?" She asked when her friend answered the phone.
"Is that you Casey? You don't sound so good," he replied.
"Thanks a lot," she chuckled and then ended up having a coughing fit.
"I hope whatever you need can be discussed over the phone," he chuckled.
"I'm afraid not. Can we meet at my apartment in an hour? I've got something that is up your alley and I really need the help," Casey explained.
"I'll bring my germ mask and see you there," Matt chuckled and got off the phone. Casey rolled her eyes and began shoving the paperwork into her briefcase. Hopefully Matt would have more insight and hopefully he could take the case for Olivia and Elliot.
"What's going on?" Elliot asked as he hopped out of the cab that dropped him off at the Social Services office.
"How's Liv?" Fin asked; a little surprised that Elliot had left her at the hospital.
"She's dealing with a broken arm, a concussion, and some swelling on her spine. She told me that if I didn't get over here she'd get out of bed and kick my ass," Elliot chuckled.
"She's fine then," Nick smirked. Their brief moment of levity was broken by the Captain finally getting off his phone. He had spent the better part of the last twenty minutes arguing with the Chief of D's and then going over his head to the Commissioner.
"So what's our next move?" Fin wanted to know. He was anxious to find Rollins and all this time that they had been wasting arguing about trying to help was not helping matters.
"We've been allowed to assist in finding Rollins but anything that even smells like our serial killer is to be handled by Major Case," Cragen shook his head.
"That's something," Nick tried to be positive.
"I'll give the heads up to Major Case. You three see what they have so far," the Captain ordered. He quickly got back on the phone and the three detectives walked into the building.
"That's close enough guys," Detective Robert Hubbell stopped them at the door.
"We've been given permission to help find Rollins," Fin said.
"All right then I'll bring you up to speed while my partner is talking to the receptionist. We have video of Rollins from the cameras outside showing her being put into a late model sedan by two men. They appear to be middle aged, both about six foot tall. Problem is they are wearing hoodies and their faces are obscured. We've sent the video to be analyzed," Hubbell explained.
"She just got into the car with them?" Nick asked incredulously.
"No. We believe that the driver pulled up and somehow managed to get her near the car. On the tape it's obvious that he then Tasered her," the detective told them.
"And the receptionist missed all of that?" Elliot couldn't believe it happened in the middle of a busy street and no one said anything or saw something.
"My partner is finding out. We're also canvassing the neighborhood but so far I don't have anything more than that. We're hoping that we get a readable plate number. In the meantime we have an alert out for the make and model of the car," the detective said. He then excused himself when his phone rang. It was a short phone call and he heaved a sigh.
"What is it?" Fin asked.
"They found Rollins' cell phone smashed on the curb. Looks like the perps threw it out the window while they were driving," Hubbell filled them in.
"What direction where they headed?" Stabler wanted to know.
"The phone is only two blocks north of here," he said, shaking his head. Just then his partner, Detective Sam Dixon, came over.
"The receptionist didn't see what happened out front as she was answering the phone and helping to arrange transport of the child they had in custody. She has no idea how much time had passed since the detective walked out the door to the time that she realized the detective hadn't come back," Dixon explained.
"Damn," Fin was upset. Hubbell's radio crackled to life and the voice of one of the uniform's out canvassing.
"We have a witness here who I think you guys should talk to," the voice said.
"We're on our way," Hubbell told him and then wrote down the location of the officers.
"I'll go with you guys," Nick offered. Dixon nodded and he allowed Nick to go in his stead. He then turned to Fin and Elliot.
"Any thoughts on who would want to hurt Rollins?" Dixon asked.
"We went through her case files when they found the body of the first victim in Central Park. The only ones we'd have to worry about are in jail," Elliot explained.
"What about her personal life? Did she have a bad break up? Any bad habits?" Dixon wanted to know.
"As far as I know everything in her personal life was just fine," Fin answered. He worried that her gambling may have come back to haunt her but she'd been going to meetings and he'd been going with her to be there for her. Although for the last two meetings, he had not been able to go with her and he wondered if she was doing something else at the time. There was that recent rough patch with the Olson case and he was beginning to worry. Elliot could see the wheels churning and he quickly said that there was nothing he could think of. He would ask Tutuola later.
"All right. Might as well head back to the precinct and see if TARU has anything for us," Dixon nodded.
To Be Continued…
