Chapter 10

As soon as Olivia left the hospital she received a call from Melinda, letting her know that she should come down to the medical examiner's building. The lieutenant knew that she must've found something in the rape kit; otherwise she would've just given her the bad news over the phone.

She worried about leaving her niece at the hospital although there were two security officers assigned to keep an eye on her. The woman would've felt safer if she just cuffed the teen to the hospital bed until she got back, but knew that was the last thing she should to do to a rape victim, despite it being the safest route.

While in the elevator, she received a call from Fin.

"Anything?" She immediately questioned.

"Not yet," Fin answered honestly. "We ran the database for all the red Camaros in the tri state area and found a total of 82 of them but there are 41 of them in New York that are owned by white males."

Olivia sighed. The number was not as narrow as she would've preferred.

"Liv, you mentioned that the guy had a spider tattoo?"

"Yes. Jackie said it was of a tarantula or something. She wasn't sure. Why?"

"Did it have a red ring around it?" Fin asked.

"I will have to ask Jackie. Why are you asking?"

"The tarantula surrounded by a red ring is a common prison gang tattoo for a motorcycle gang of predominately white men in Newark, New Jersey."

"So he's gotta be in the system," Liv rationalized.

"We should be able to narrow it down even further."

"I'll find out. Thanks, Fin."

Olivia hung up the phone as she got out of the elevator and noticed Melinda walking toward her.

"Hey, Liv. How is she?" the woman asked.

"Could be better," Olivia admitted. "She's at the hospital now. The doctors want to keep an eye on her with her condition."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Liv."

Liv nodded, unsure of how to respond. She hadn't known the girl very long and didn't want to come across as protective as she felt. "She's tough, I can tell. She'll get through this."

"Oh I know," Melinda said. "She fought back hard. I was able to get some DNA from underneath her fingernails."

"Did you get a hit? Is he in the system?" Liv asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Yes," Melinda answered in an awkward tone

"So?" she asked as she waited for Melinda tell her what she found.

"Liv…" Melinda began, "Is it possible that she had any consensual partners in the same night of which she was raped?"

Liv let out a deep breath as she considered the question. She hadn't wanted to think too much about what her niece was doing for a living or why. She knew that she was a prostitute but the idea made her feel uneasy and upset. For some reason, Oliva blamed herself for not being able to prevent this. She knew it was irrational since she didn't even know about the teen until a couple of days ago. But despite that, she still felt a sense of guilt.

"It's possible… yes," Olivia answered honestly. "How many?" Liv asked in a saddened tone, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

"There were samples from seven different men," Melinda confirmed.

Olivia's mouth dropped open slightly. "Seven?" she repeated. "There has to be a mistake."

"There's no mistake, Liv. I ran the test twice... But I only found 3 of them in CODIS. Here are the files," she answered as she handed them to the detective.

Olivia opened the first file to see a photo of a white prisoner by the name of Patrick Mason. His figure was built, he was a white male in his 30s, and he had plenty of tattoos covering most of his body. She continued to read his file and discovered that he was in prison for armed robbery, sexual assault of a minor and domestic assault. He was definitely a possibility.

Olivia turned to the next file and her face froze when she saw the picture of a tall and black man wearing a police uniform. He also seemed to be in his late 30s. His name was Arnold Williams.

"A cop?" Liv said in disbelief. She couldn't hide the look of absolute disgust from her face.

"It gets worse," Melinda warned. "There's two of them in those files, Liv."

Olivia's head moved upward to meet the woman's gaze.

"I was just as surprised as you were," Melinda admitted.

Olivia turned the third file around to see the image of the second police officer. He was white, average height, looked to be in his early to mid-forties.

"Oh, these sick bastards are going down," Liv said matter-of-factly as she eyed the image with hate. She quickly envisioned taking matters into her own hands.

"I also ran the DNA from underneath the fingertips of the other vic and hoped that we could come to a match."

"And?" Liv asked.

"The DNA under Daya's fingernails matched one man. Patrick Mason, your prisoner in file one."