Elliot and Olivia walk into the busy police station and head straight to
the back. Drew is in the room at the back with a councilor. Elliot and
Olivia go into the observation room. There is a police officer in there.
"Hello Detectives" the police officer said wearily.
"Did you have a night shift?" asked Olivia kindly. The police officer nods.
"Can we talk to her yet?" Elliot asked impatiently.
"Yes, but I warn you about something first."
"What?"
"She has a temper, she doesn't like to be in big groups and she doesn't like to be alone with males."
Olivia looked at Elliot. "You'd better watch" she said.
"No problem, I don't fancy having my hand broken again." Elliot said
the police officer looks shocked.
"Don't worry my partner is kidding." Olivia says giving Elliot a look. She starts to leave but she stops. "What is Drew doing?" she asks the police officer.
"We haven't managed to get much out of her; all we know is that she's from New Zealand and she likes to paint. Our councilor is watching her paint and trying to interoperate her drawings."
"Thank you officer."
Olivia left the room.
Olivia walked into the room that Drew was in.
"I can take it from here Jane" she said
Jane nodded and left the room. Drew continued to paint.
"Hello Drew, I'm Olivia"
Drew grunted a 'Hi'
"So, I hear you're from New Zealand. I never been there, what's it like?" Olivia asked trying to make conversation.
"Of course you haven't been there." Drew says spitefully "You don't even care about New Zealand. It's beautiful."
Olivia changed the subject. "What are you drawing?" she asked.
"It's the Southern alps. The tallest mountain range in New Zealand." Drew said sadly.
"Drew." Olivia said slowly, "Drew where are your family?"
Drew snorted. "Dead, my 3 brothers and parents died in a car crash. Some drunk found the keys to his car and." Drew trailed off.
Olivia understood. "Why didn't you die?" she asked softly.
"I, I was home alone, I had the flu." A tear trickled down Drew's chin.
Olivia watched and felt her heart sadden. "Who did you live with after that?" Olivia asked after a while.
Drew looked up. "I looked after myself; I sold my paintings on the streets of New Zealand.
"How did you end up here?" Olivia asked.
"I met Adam. He bought one of my paintings. He said I was an artist. I should have seen through his act. He told me he knew somewhere where I could sell my paintings. I believed him. Before I new it I was in New York City. He never took me anywhere. I dumped him after a while. I wanted to go back to New Zealand, but. He wouldn't let me. He got violent and." Her voice trailed off into sobs.
Olivia shuffled uncomfortably. "Adam raped you didn't he?" Drew nodded trough her tears. "Drew, do you know who Frank Jeo is?" Olivia asked holding up a picture of him.
"No," she said through tears "But I know who his wife is."
Olivia looked up.
"Martha Jeo, she was dating Adam before I did. The bitch was married too. Adam dumped her for me. She hated me." Drew said before she collapsed on the floor in tears.
Drew's lawyer came in. "Detective Benson, that's enough. My client will go now.
Olivia watched the lawyer take Drew away. Drew had sadness in her eyes but she also had trust, in Olivia.
"Hello Detectives" the police officer said wearily.
"Did you have a night shift?" asked Olivia kindly. The police officer nods.
"Can we talk to her yet?" Elliot asked impatiently.
"Yes, but I warn you about something first."
"What?"
"She has a temper, she doesn't like to be in big groups and she doesn't like to be alone with males."
Olivia looked at Elliot. "You'd better watch" she said.
"No problem, I don't fancy having my hand broken again." Elliot said
the police officer looks shocked.
"Don't worry my partner is kidding." Olivia says giving Elliot a look. She starts to leave but she stops. "What is Drew doing?" she asks the police officer.
"We haven't managed to get much out of her; all we know is that she's from New Zealand and she likes to paint. Our councilor is watching her paint and trying to interoperate her drawings."
"Thank you officer."
Olivia left the room.
Olivia walked into the room that Drew was in.
"I can take it from here Jane" she said
Jane nodded and left the room. Drew continued to paint.
"Hello Drew, I'm Olivia"
Drew grunted a 'Hi'
"So, I hear you're from New Zealand. I never been there, what's it like?" Olivia asked trying to make conversation.
"Of course you haven't been there." Drew says spitefully "You don't even care about New Zealand. It's beautiful."
Olivia changed the subject. "What are you drawing?" she asked.
"It's the Southern alps. The tallest mountain range in New Zealand." Drew said sadly.
"Drew." Olivia said slowly, "Drew where are your family?"
Drew snorted. "Dead, my 3 brothers and parents died in a car crash. Some drunk found the keys to his car and." Drew trailed off.
Olivia understood. "Why didn't you die?" she asked softly.
"I, I was home alone, I had the flu." A tear trickled down Drew's chin.
Olivia watched and felt her heart sadden. "Who did you live with after that?" Olivia asked after a while.
Drew looked up. "I looked after myself; I sold my paintings on the streets of New Zealand.
"How did you end up here?" Olivia asked.
"I met Adam. He bought one of my paintings. He said I was an artist. I should have seen through his act. He told me he knew somewhere where I could sell my paintings. I believed him. Before I new it I was in New York City. He never took me anywhere. I dumped him after a while. I wanted to go back to New Zealand, but. He wouldn't let me. He got violent and." Her voice trailed off into sobs.
Olivia shuffled uncomfortably. "Adam raped you didn't he?" Drew nodded trough her tears. "Drew, do you know who Frank Jeo is?" Olivia asked holding up a picture of him.
"No," she said through tears "But I know who his wife is."
Olivia looked up.
"Martha Jeo, she was dating Adam before I did. The bitch was married too. Adam dumped her for me. She hated me." Drew said before she collapsed on the floor in tears.
Drew's lawyer came in. "Detective Benson, that's enough. My client will go now.
Olivia watched the lawyer take Drew away. Drew had sadness in her eyes but she also had trust, in Olivia.