Chapter 14

Wednesday 11.45 am: Interrogation Room

"Olivia Benson! Finally you're here. I was afraid you'd blow me off." Foster smiled showing his teeth.

"You sure you don't want a lawyer present?" Olivia asked like he never talked.

"Yes, lawyers are only able to cause troubles."

Olivia took the chair and moved it to the side of the table, so that Foster would have been forced to keep his head turned to look at her.

"Alright then, sign this."

Foster signed the sheet Olivia gave him while she put the files on the table.

"How's your arm?"

"How's your shoulder?"

"Is that how you wanna play this?"

"Is it?"

Foster's temple was already throbbing.

"What's in the files?" he asked upset.

"Your life, we did some research and we found some interesting things."

Olivia was completely relaxed, her right arm was outspreaded on the table towards Foster. She already had him.

"Such as?"

"You had a high responsibility job at the facility, personnel manager, not bad…"

"…well I worked like a horse for ten years to get there, I knew how to keep the show going, and I was damn good at it, I always followed my workers on the field."

Olivia nodded and wrinkled her forehead

"So, if you were so good, how come that two women died in three years, I'd be a bit concerned."

"Women…some jobs are not made for women, they're too weak. They were accidents, the company conducted an inquiry." Foster said snorting.

"They didn't investigate thoroughly enough. You know, our techs studied and pieced the facts together. Both accidents had two common factors: one they weren't accidents, two you were around both times."

Foster started laughing out loud "you don't know what you're talking about."

"You bet I do. The first victim was pushed down from the ledge of an oil tank. The rail was too high, there was no way she could fall by herself."

"There were other five workers up there and nobody saw her falling or ME pushing her."

"You remember exactly how many workers were there…",Olivia took a peek at the file, " congratulations, good memory after three years. The fact is that the tank has a circumference of... how much, three hundreds feet? Easy killing unseen. "

"You know nothing bitch." Foster gave Olivia a look full of anger.

"Let's see the second one; hit on the head by a towing attachment. Aren't workers supposed to wear a safety helmet Ray?"

"Maybe she wasn't wearing one." Foster tried to control himself.

Olivia did a fake surprised face, "and yet it was found in close proximity of her head, weird."

Olivia didn't talk for a few seconds. She wanted Foster to think she was done with that specific argument.

"Oh," –she then continued as she never stopped- "did I mention the fact that the mark on the woman's head didn't match with the hook but instead with a monkey wrench? And again you were there."

Foster was now sweating, his face was becoming red and keeping his head turned towards Olivia was now a problem. He shook it up and down, left and right.

"I don't know what to say, you got nothing to prove it. I already told you what I think."

"Yes, women are weak. It takes a real man to kidnap a girl less than a half of his weight and tipsy, it takes a strong man to knock out a woman cop from behind after hiding cowardly in the shadows. And lookie here, both women at the facility were hit from behind."

Olivia leaned over Foster, she was inches away from his face.

"You really can't face a woman unless you're armed, you know what they say…big gun, small…"

Foster stood up enraged throwing back the chair against the wall, his hands and feet were handcuffed with a long chain at the ground that didn't allow him to reach Olivia.

"Did I strike a nerve?", she asked smirking.

"YOU, are exactly like those sluts! They asked for it, they'd let me screw them just for a pay raise and when they were back at work, they'd laugh about me with their bitches friends."

"That's why you raped and killed the third one in her apartment."

"Oh you can bet on it. I wouldn't have let her go and make fun of me, like the others!" Foster was on fire, his face was red and sweaty, his eyes wide open and each of his muscles was tense.

When he stopped and shut up, Olivia stood up, slowly piled up the files with her left arm.

"Thank you Mr. Foster, that's all I needed to hear."

Foster batted his eyelids, still in confusion. Then it hit him, he just confessed three murders. The bitch played him, he gave her what she wanted.

"I want a deal." He said while Olivia was exiting.

"Deal? You see any lawyer in the room? You said it, they just cause troubles. No lawyer, no deal. You signed your death penalty."

Olivia left the interrogation room. The last thing she could hear was Foster yelling. She didn't understand what he said because when she closed the door, Elliot turned off the audio.

She didn't care, she had what she wanted: justice for the three women, justice for Hailey and justice for herself.

The month she was going to spend on desk duty would have not been so terrible after all.

THE END

This is the end of my first fic; I hope I didn't bore you to death. Feel free to review with suggestions, critics… I'm not saying they're welcome but they are useful for a better writing next time :D Thank you for reading and that's all folks.