Fin
Thursday, January 16th
"Who exactly is this Andrew guy?" Cragen asked.
"Andrew Laurence," Elliot said, opening a file. "Age 21. Grew up here in Manhattan, went to Columbia for a year, now at Syracuse. He has one juvie arrest that we can't get a hold of, one misdemeanour for assault, one dropped complaint of sexual assault."
"Dropped? Why?" he asked.
"Doesn't say."
"Well, it sounds like it wouldn't have been a big leap to rapist."
"Alright, thanks," Munch said to whoever he was talking to on the phone. "He's back at Columbia."
"What?" I asked.
"I called to see if they'd give up his record, and they informed me that he transferred back to Columbia."
"When?" Olivia asked.
"Two weeks ago."
"Andrew Laurence?" I yelled, pounding on his apartment door.
"Who are you?" the red eyed teenage guy who answered the door asked.
"NYPD," Munch said. "Can you come with us?"
"What's this about?"
"Jamie Garner," I told him.
"Bitch," he muttered. "Am I under arrest?"
"Not if you come with us willingly."
"Badges?"
I pulled mine out, Munch following suit.
"Arrest me or leave."
"Fine," I said, pulling out my hand cuffs. "Andrew Laurence, you're under arrest for the rape of Jamie Garner."
Olivia
"I want my lawyer," Andrew told us.
"He's on his way. What happened on the night of November 9th?" I asked.
He squirmed. "I was at a party."
"Where?"
"Wellington house."
"Did you meet anyone there?"
"There was a girl."
"Jamie Garner?" Elliot asked.
"I think that was her name."
"What happened with Jamie?" I asked.
"I slept with her."
"She says something else."
"Then she's lying."
"She says you raped her."
"She lying."
"You're lying, you little bastard. You raped her. And now you're lying about it."
"You're the same as her teacher," he muttered.
"Which teacher?" Elliot asked.
"I don't know."
"Describe the teacher," I told him.
"I don't know. He was tall, mid thirties, blonde, he was the debate guy."
Elliot and I exchanged glances. It sounded like Anthony.
"What do you mean the same as him?"
"He got his knickers in a twist when he found out that I slept with her. It's not that big a deal. It's just sex!"
"It's not just sex if she says no!" Elliot was about to snap.
"What did he say to you?" I asked.
"It wasn't about what he said. The bastard knocked me around because I slept with her. He needs to get his head examined. He probably just has a thing for her." He looked up at Elliot. "You probably do to." Elliot picked him out of his chair and threw him against the wall.
"Roger Kressler for Mr. Laurence. Give me a minute with my client," a male voice came a minute later. All I could do was hope he hadn't seen anything. We exchanged glances, and then left. Cragen had been watching from the window. He didn't look happy.
"Elliot, my office."
I decided not to say anything. I felt for him. This was not an easy case for anyone. Tack on teenage daughters and that loser, and we were going to have a lawsuit on our hands. Fin snuck up beside me.
"How'd it go in there?"
I shook my head. "Awful. If we hadn't already lost this case, we have now. He's got Roger Kressler."
"This might help you," he said, handing me a file. "I got a friend in Child welfare. They had a copy of his juvie record." I opened the folder.
"Rape," I read. "And one count assault. He stabbed another guy." I looked up. "You think he killed Josh?"
"It's better than our current leads."
I nodded. "What do you say we have another chat with him?"
"Where were you the night of the eighth?" Fin asked.
"Home."
"You know that just off the top of your head?" I asked.
"Detective," his lawyer said warningly.
"Can anyone verify that?"
"Probably not. My roommates were out of town."
"Hm. I find that interesting."
"You have strange interests."
"See, we know that you called Josh Davis at ten fifty nine that night. And we also traced the GPA. It came from the same block that Mother Teresa High School."
"So?"
"Same place Josh was killed."
"Why'd you kill him?" Fin asked. "Was it because of Jamie?"
"Why would I kill someone for her. She wasn't anything special."
"You sure didn't seem to think so when you were raping her."
"Arrest my client or leave him alone."
"We did," I told him. "He's already under arrest for rape. We'll get back to you on the murder."
"I want to talk to the ADA."
"Suit yourself," Fin offered. We both left the interrogation room just as Alex was arriving. She handed me a paper.
"Search warrant. Find me the knife used to kill Josh."
"Thanks."
"We're taking every knife back to the lab," one of the CSI's told me. "But I'm not hoping for much. None of them match the pattern on the knife used to kill your vic."
"Thanks," I muttered. I went down the hall and found his room. It didn't look like your average college student's room. It was too tidy. Everything was too perfect. And expensive. Everything looked really expensive. I turned on his computer and waited for it to warm up. One drawer on his dresser caught my eye. In the midst of all the organization, there were papers poking out of this one. I opened it and found pictures of young girls. The couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, and they looked like candids. On the back of some were dates and names, some had nothing. Lower in the stack, I found a group of Jamie. The date on the back was the same day that he had raped her. Underneath the pictures was something with a black handle, covered in a crusty blue towel. I opened the towel up gingerly and found a huge knife blade attached to the handle. There was brown stuff all over it, probably blood. There were places where the paint had flaked off. I pulled an evidence bag out and put it inside, then another bag for the pictures. I put them aside and went back to his computer, double clicking on his e-mail icon. It opened immediately, not asking for a password. I clicked on the first one that caught my eye. One from Josh.
Tonight, behind the school. We can settle this face to face. Don't wuss out on me. Eleven o'clock.
I looked at the date. The eighth of January. I clicked on his out box.
You really think you can take me on pussy? Ha. I'll have as much fun with you as I did with your little girlie. I'll meet you. Name the place and time and I'll be there.
That one had been addressed to Josh, a week before his murder. I turned of the computer and unplugged it.
"Find anything?" Elliot asked.
"I got the murder weapon. I've also got e-mails between Josh and Andrew. And I have pictures he kept of Jamie." He opened the evidence bag with the pictures in it. He looked through some, and got really upset when he came across one.
"We should get back to the house," he said.
"Yeah," I agreed, letting him make a quick exit. I picked up the picture he had been looking at. It had the name Stephanie on it with the same date that Jamie's picture. I shrugged and carried my evidence out to the living room where the CSI's were collecting it.
Alex
"Docket number 57429. People vs. Andrew Laurence. One count rape in the first degree."
"How do you plead?" The arraignment judge asked.
"Not guilty," his lawyer said.
"People on bail?"
"Remand, your honour. The defendant lured a seventeen year old girl and raped her. He has insufficient community ties and unlimited financials at his disposal. He is a flight risk."
"He's a twenty-one year old pre-law student at Columbia. He's not going anywhere. I submit that he should be released on his own recognisance."
"This isn't a shoplifting case. He raped a seventeen year old and proceeded to harass her with phone calls."
"I don't see an indictment on that charge, your honour. The ADA has no right to bring up the phone calls."
"Ms. Cabot?"
"He's a sexual predator, your honour, and will not stop until we stop him. The people submit that he is a danger to the community."
"This isn't a murder case, so I can't give you remand. Bail is set at $250 000. And we'll hold on to your passport, Mr. Laurence. Next case."
Thursday, January 16th
"Who exactly is this Andrew guy?" Cragen asked.
"Andrew Laurence," Elliot said, opening a file. "Age 21. Grew up here in Manhattan, went to Columbia for a year, now at Syracuse. He has one juvie arrest that we can't get a hold of, one misdemeanour for assault, one dropped complaint of sexual assault."
"Dropped? Why?" he asked.
"Doesn't say."
"Well, it sounds like it wouldn't have been a big leap to rapist."
"Alright, thanks," Munch said to whoever he was talking to on the phone. "He's back at Columbia."
"What?" I asked.
"I called to see if they'd give up his record, and they informed me that he transferred back to Columbia."
"When?" Olivia asked.
"Two weeks ago."
"Andrew Laurence?" I yelled, pounding on his apartment door.
"Who are you?" the red eyed teenage guy who answered the door asked.
"NYPD," Munch said. "Can you come with us?"
"What's this about?"
"Jamie Garner," I told him.
"Bitch," he muttered. "Am I under arrest?"
"Not if you come with us willingly."
"Badges?"
I pulled mine out, Munch following suit.
"Arrest me or leave."
"Fine," I said, pulling out my hand cuffs. "Andrew Laurence, you're under arrest for the rape of Jamie Garner."
Olivia
"I want my lawyer," Andrew told us.
"He's on his way. What happened on the night of November 9th?" I asked.
He squirmed. "I was at a party."
"Where?"
"Wellington house."
"Did you meet anyone there?"
"There was a girl."
"Jamie Garner?" Elliot asked.
"I think that was her name."
"What happened with Jamie?" I asked.
"I slept with her."
"She says something else."
"Then she's lying."
"She says you raped her."
"She lying."
"You're lying, you little bastard. You raped her. And now you're lying about it."
"You're the same as her teacher," he muttered.
"Which teacher?" Elliot asked.
"I don't know."
"Describe the teacher," I told him.
"I don't know. He was tall, mid thirties, blonde, he was the debate guy."
Elliot and I exchanged glances. It sounded like Anthony.
"What do you mean the same as him?"
"He got his knickers in a twist when he found out that I slept with her. It's not that big a deal. It's just sex!"
"It's not just sex if she says no!" Elliot was about to snap.
"What did he say to you?" I asked.
"It wasn't about what he said. The bastard knocked me around because I slept with her. He needs to get his head examined. He probably just has a thing for her." He looked up at Elliot. "You probably do to." Elliot picked him out of his chair and threw him against the wall.
"Roger Kressler for Mr. Laurence. Give me a minute with my client," a male voice came a minute later. All I could do was hope he hadn't seen anything. We exchanged glances, and then left. Cragen had been watching from the window. He didn't look happy.
"Elliot, my office."
I decided not to say anything. I felt for him. This was not an easy case for anyone. Tack on teenage daughters and that loser, and we were going to have a lawsuit on our hands. Fin snuck up beside me.
"How'd it go in there?"
I shook my head. "Awful. If we hadn't already lost this case, we have now. He's got Roger Kressler."
"This might help you," he said, handing me a file. "I got a friend in Child welfare. They had a copy of his juvie record." I opened the folder.
"Rape," I read. "And one count assault. He stabbed another guy." I looked up. "You think he killed Josh?"
"It's better than our current leads."
I nodded. "What do you say we have another chat with him?"
"Where were you the night of the eighth?" Fin asked.
"Home."
"You know that just off the top of your head?" I asked.
"Detective," his lawyer said warningly.
"Can anyone verify that?"
"Probably not. My roommates were out of town."
"Hm. I find that interesting."
"You have strange interests."
"See, we know that you called Josh Davis at ten fifty nine that night. And we also traced the GPA. It came from the same block that Mother Teresa High School."
"So?"
"Same place Josh was killed."
"Why'd you kill him?" Fin asked. "Was it because of Jamie?"
"Why would I kill someone for her. She wasn't anything special."
"You sure didn't seem to think so when you were raping her."
"Arrest my client or leave him alone."
"We did," I told him. "He's already under arrest for rape. We'll get back to you on the murder."
"I want to talk to the ADA."
"Suit yourself," Fin offered. We both left the interrogation room just as Alex was arriving. She handed me a paper.
"Search warrant. Find me the knife used to kill Josh."
"Thanks."
"We're taking every knife back to the lab," one of the CSI's told me. "But I'm not hoping for much. None of them match the pattern on the knife used to kill your vic."
"Thanks," I muttered. I went down the hall and found his room. It didn't look like your average college student's room. It was too tidy. Everything was too perfect. And expensive. Everything looked really expensive. I turned on his computer and waited for it to warm up. One drawer on his dresser caught my eye. In the midst of all the organization, there were papers poking out of this one. I opened it and found pictures of young girls. The couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, and they looked like candids. On the back of some were dates and names, some had nothing. Lower in the stack, I found a group of Jamie. The date on the back was the same day that he had raped her. Underneath the pictures was something with a black handle, covered in a crusty blue towel. I opened the towel up gingerly and found a huge knife blade attached to the handle. There was brown stuff all over it, probably blood. There were places where the paint had flaked off. I pulled an evidence bag out and put it inside, then another bag for the pictures. I put them aside and went back to his computer, double clicking on his e-mail icon. It opened immediately, not asking for a password. I clicked on the first one that caught my eye. One from Josh.
Tonight, behind the school. We can settle this face to face. Don't wuss out on me. Eleven o'clock.
I looked at the date. The eighth of January. I clicked on his out box.
You really think you can take me on pussy? Ha. I'll have as much fun with you as I did with your little girlie. I'll meet you. Name the place and time and I'll be there.
That one had been addressed to Josh, a week before his murder. I turned of the computer and unplugged it.
"Find anything?" Elliot asked.
"I got the murder weapon. I've also got e-mails between Josh and Andrew. And I have pictures he kept of Jamie." He opened the evidence bag with the pictures in it. He looked through some, and got really upset when he came across one.
"We should get back to the house," he said.
"Yeah," I agreed, letting him make a quick exit. I picked up the picture he had been looking at. It had the name Stephanie on it with the same date that Jamie's picture. I shrugged and carried my evidence out to the living room where the CSI's were collecting it.
Alex
"Docket number 57429. People vs. Andrew Laurence. One count rape in the first degree."
"How do you plead?" The arraignment judge asked.
"Not guilty," his lawyer said.
"People on bail?"
"Remand, your honour. The defendant lured a seventeen year old girl and raped her. He has insufficient community ties and unlimited financials at his disposal. He is a flight risk."
"He's a twenty-one year old pre-law student at Columbia. He's not going anywhere. I submit that he should be released on his own recognisance."
"This isn't a shoplifting case. He raped a seventeen year old and proceeded to harass her with phone calls."
"I don't see an indictment on that charge, your honour. The ADA has no right to bring up the phone calls."
"Ms. Cabot?"
"He's a sexual predator, your honour, and will not stop until we stop him. The people submit that he is a danger to the community."
"This isn't a murder case, so I can't give you remand. Bail is set at $250 000. And we'll hold on to your passport, Mr. Laurence. Next case."