Also, I claim no knowlegde of our legal system. I look up what I can, and the research is done, but I do not back up what I have written from a legal stand point. However, just because something is wrong does not mean I want it to stay that way. If you catch a boo-boo, please LET ME KNOW!! I will do what I can to [hopefully] fix it, or warn people of the mistake.
Chapter Five: Evidence
House of Philip Kip
Warren Street
Tuesday, May 2nd
"Thank you, Judge Mosley."
Fin smiled at his partner as they walked into Philip Kip's house. Forensics followed them in and began immediately to spread out.
"I hate these damn things." he said pulling on the latex gloves. "Too damn tight."
"I'll take the bedroom." called Stabler.
Munch nodded and turned to Olivia. "You got the bathroom?"
"Sure."
Fin walked into the bright but dingy kitchen and through the door leading to the garage.
"John."
Munch followed his partner into the small, dark area. A large, dented truck sat off to their left.
Fin flipped the light switch and pointed to the truck. "Check it out."
"What Belle would call a 'real piece'."
"Belle?"
"The nice harlet that took a liking to you on the street last night."
Posters covered every inch of the walls with old and new Cadillacs. Shelves full of boxes, tools and hand constructed models of Caddies lined what areas that were clean of posters.
Fin picked up a meticulously cared for model of a 1957 Cadillac, flat black with a sterling silver fender and grill. Every thing about the car had been hand-painted including the seats, dial and engine.
He looked at the other thirty-odd models, all just as painstakingly put together. He felt his looking partner over his shoulder. "So he had a hobby."
"You mean other than the torture, rape and murder of hookers?" Munch asked.
"I'd call that one more of a fetish."
The two detectives spilt up, and almost instantly a toolbox in the corner caught Munch's eye. He opened the toolbox and called to Gordy, an Asian forensic specialist that always seemed to cathc their cases.
"Find something already?" asked Fin.
"Might have."
Gordy walked up to the door. "Yeah?"
"We've got a toolbox over there. The sadist likes to use screwdrivers and what-nots on the girls."
"Gotcha."
Fin watched as his partner followed the specialist over to the toolbox. He glanced up at the top shelf and saw something poking over the edge.
"Look what I found." Fin said pulling the gardening gloves from above and holding them for his partner to see. There were dark brown splotches gracing the inner palms and it looked as if the owner had tried to remove stains with varying degrees of success. "Your common variety."
Munch looked at the gloves from over his glasses. "Found in any garden store, grocery store, and or rapsist's house. Wonder if he got it on special."
"How much you wanna bet the blood on these babies matches Miranda Faulkner's." Fin stuck the gloves in a bag, leaving the label to forensics. He squeezed himself around the side of the truck, reaching the bed and looking in just as his partner called to him.
Munch stood up and looked at his partner from the other side of the truck.
"Look at this," he said handing a screwdriver head to Fin. "Question: what is that?"
Fin looked at it. "Standard. Slotted. I don't know, flat edge."
"Technical enough for me. Describe it."
"Worn. Old." He looked up. "Like you."
Munch ignored the comment. "What did the ME find in Faulkner?"
"A Philips."
"Right. Do you remember what it looked like?"
He shook his head. "Sorry, I wasn't too interested in getting a close look."
"Well, it was-" he looked at Fin. "Like me."
Fin smirked. "Okay. You're saying that it's from the same set. Isn't that stretching it?"
"Maybe. But look."
Munch handed him a Philips head like the one found in Faulkner, only this one was brand new. "You found this with the other one?"
"Yep."
"It's still shiny."
Munch nodded and took the head back.
"So you've got-"
"Fin! Munch!" Stabler yelled from the other end of the small house. "Got a Christmas present for you!"
Munch handed the screwdriver heads to Gordy and then left the garage Fin trailing behind. They headed into the bedroom, bombarded with bad taste posters and pictures of naked blond women all over. Walking up to Stabler, they glanced over his shoulders onto the bed and saw a three by three foot box holding nothing but porn magazines. He handed Fin one and Munch another.
"Thanks," said Munch. "But somebody already gave me the birds and bees talk."
"Look inside."
They both opened their magazines and immediately saw what Elliot had called them in about. Every blonde had been left alone, but all the other women had been altered. Brunettes, redheads and various in-betweens had fake blonde hair that had been drawn with a marker or cut from other magazines then pasted directly on the models.
"There are two more boxes in the closet. Full, and I'm betting just as sick."
"That's not all that's in here." Amy, another forensic specialist, pulled out a string of Christmas lights.
"It must be that time of year." Munch said to his partner and Stabler, just as Olivia walked into the bedroom. "We found hair in the shower drain," she stated, pulling off her gloves. "To short and too blonde to be Kip's."