A/N: This chapter is a little shorter but the ending was worth it. ;) Enjoy and thanks for reading!
Chapter 26
"Sergeant Benson?" A tall, lanky man in a trench coat, at her door asked. She looked up from her computer screen and stood up from her seat. She had arrived back from the morgue and sent Fin home. He promised to call Amaro and Rollins and tell them the update along with the message to come back in the morning.
"That's me. You are?" She asked, extending her hand.
"Detective Ramirez and my partner is Detective Mills." He smiled slightly and shook her hand.
"Can you close the door?" She asked the second detective, a woman who stood at about a head and shoulders shorter than her partner.
"Yes, ma'am," she nodded before quickly doing so. Olivia directed them to the seats in front of her desk before shaking Detective Mills' hand and then sitting down.
"The Captain said he got a call from a Lieutenant who used to serve under him. What did you need us for so badly?" Detective Ramirez asked.
"I've been to the morgue and the body you're handling ties into my squad's case," Olivia explained.
"Oh well you want first crack at him? The only reason you weren't called in was because the nature of the murder seemed like the Mob. The whole cutting off his privates thing was out of character but given where the body was found the chances that the Mob was involved were pretty good," Ramirez admitted.
"Normally, I'd agree with you if the circumstances were normal. They are far from it. The dead man kidnapped an eight year old deaf girl from her farm and burned the barn down to cover his tracks. No one was looking for her because she had run into the barn after it had caught fire. Needless to say when she turned up at Taconic Correctional, the Warden alerted me to what seemed like an improper prisoner transfer. Well she wasn't my prisoner; she was Darren Bozzard's. He held her for over twenty years and then when he was done with her, he put her into the facility where her brother was a guard. Needless to say, I did not sign the paperwork. So we believe that Bozzard purchased the forms from someone who had access to excellent forgeries or copies of the real deal. We were right when the Police Chief up in Mount Kisco was arrested for working for the Regetti Crime Family," Olivia said, bringing them almost up to speed.
"So now that you were on their trail, you think that the Regettis killed Bozzard for being sloppy," Mills spoke up.
"Yes we do. Technically, our rapist has been caught and the case will close except for that paperwork that the Regettis passed off. They used my name which I believe means they intend to come after me. Seems they are still mad about their sex ring that my old partner and I busted some years back," Benson told them. The last part was more than likely a lie but she wasn't going to bring William Lewis into this unless she absolutely had to.
"Have you gotten protection for you and your family?" Ramirez wanted to know.
"I have that covered. What I don't have covered is how we're going to bust these guys," Olivia admitted.
"Why don't we work the homicide? We'll handle it as a separate case and then if we happen to hit a nerve with the Regettis, we'll let you know. I think if we announce that we caught the guy who did horrible things to that poor deaf girl, they may close ranks and then we'll never get anywhere," Mills suggested.
"Sounds like a plan. No doubt someone noticed you guys fishing the body out of the harbor so watch for more bodies to drop. The Regettis don't handle incompetency well. Just ask Bozzard," Olivia said.
"What if the reason they cut off his family jewels was because he got overly handsy with one of their working girls?" Ramirez wondered.
"It's possible. Bozzard had a problem when it came to keeping it in his pants," Olivia shrugged.
"Well we'll do the digging and keep you in the loop. Thanks for reading us in," Mills said before standing. Her partner and Olivia stood as well.
"Thanks for helping out. The more we can…" Benson paused, seeing a woman who looked like she was very nervous walk into the bull pen. The two detectives followed her gaze.
"You know her?" Ramirez asked.
"No, but I have a feeling, I'm about to. Thanks again," Olivia smiled. The two nodded and headed out of the office. Olivia followed them and quickly introduced herself to the woman. She was about the same height as Ellen and she had black hair.
"I… I…" the woman was incredibly nervous and Olivia suggested that they have a seat in her office but the woman stood her ground as if she was frozen to the spot.
"He attacked me," she said, practically in a whisper.
"When did this happen?" Olivia wanted to know. The woman was obviously traumatized.
"What day is it?" The question was odd but the trained detective responded,
"Tuesday, the twenty-eighth."
"Three days ago, I think. I just remember waking up in some apartment that wasn't mine and he was on top of me. I tried to fight him but he was too strong," came the reply.
"How'd you get away?" Olivia asked.
"There was a leaky pipe or something and the maintenance man entered the apartment. He found me and untied my arms. Then he gave me directions to the precinct and money for a cab," she explained. It sounded a little odd but someone who ties up the victim then doesn't disappear unless someone got there first and got rid of him.
"Why don't we move to my office and you can give me all the details? I'll make sure we catch this guy," Olivia suggested.
"They said you say that," the sentence was odd and Olivia gave her a look. It wasn't until the cold metal of a silencer was placed against her stomach that she understood.
"Mr. Regetti would like to speak with you. He says you come quietly or I shoot you, make it look like you killed yourself. Either way he gets what he wants," the woman said. Olivia just nodded as the woman removed the sergeant's on duty weapon and badge.
"Now move," she ordered.
To Be Continued…