4:00 AM

Elliot was taking a break from the phone calls, paging through Susan's journal.  One line caught his eye.  "Every second feels like borrowed time," he read aloud.  Olivia turned, an inquiring look on her face.  "She knew, Olivia, she knew.  She was so certain that they would come back and finish what they started and she didn't think anyone could help.  But she went on.  You don't know her.  She's just such a good person, a good mother, hard working, compassionate, and she tries so hard.  And all the time, she carried that.  I won't bee able  to face myself if . . .

Munch slammed down the phone.  "I found Billy."

Elliot forgot to end his sentence.  "Where is he?"

"Oh, he's sporting a toe tag in the Bronx morgue.  Guess where they found him.  Right near dozens of vacant warehouses owned by the Wexholm Property Company. "

            Later, much later, when they had taken a break, she realized that they were no longer holding her down on the table. She didn't care.  She just stayed like that, the edge of the table digging into her stomach, her head resting on her left ear.  They were talking.  Suddenly, bat guy's voice rose above the others.

            "Hey, look what I found while I was taking a leak."  The other guys were silent, then someone started to laugh.  "What do you think we should do with it?"  More laughter.  Bat guy came up and leaned over so he was on eye level with her.  A cigarette dangled from his lips.  He held up a broom handle.  "What do you think we should do with it, babe?"  She closed her eyes and sobbed, tears leaking out and forming a puddle on the wood.  Bat guy laughed and stood. 

            Door guy broke in.  "I think we should sample the rest of the equipment first." 

            "You're right."  Bat guy leaned over again and smiled.  "Sounds nice, doesn't it honey?"  He took a last drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out on her shoulder.  She flinched at the pain.  "Turn her over."

"Hey, what's going on?"  A new male voice came from the door. 

            "Who the hell are you?"  Bat guy stood and turned.

            "Come on, don't be so selfish."

            "Mind your own business."

            She heard the click of a gun.  "I really can't do that.  See, I'm a cop.  And I have backup on the way.  Get down on your knees.  Don't think. Do it!"

There was a lot of swearing then a lot of running towards another door on the opposite side of the room.  She had thought it was a closet or something, but apparently it was another exit.  A shot was fired and she sank down to the floor.  Several more shots, running, shouting moving away and away and then disappearing.  She started to crawl away from the table, not really sure where else there was to go.