HAVEN, Chapter Three
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CPS was soon at the home. There were three different cars. One man grabbed at the father, whom Olivia had learned from Mackenzie was Michael Taylor, but Elliot shook his head. "He's being questioned," Elliot instead told him.
Olivia was trying to help CPS gather the kids. The three boys still at the home, Mackenzie, then ten-year-old Myles and 6-month-old Adrian were all fighting to go with Kristyn. She was now crying. "I can't leave Adrian by himself; I can't leave any by themselves!" Finally, one official, a man named Johnson, pried Mackenzie from her shoulders.
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT SQUARDROOM 8:30 AM
Elliot and Olivia walked in. "So, Taylor, you get off on beating your kids?" Elliot demanded. Michael Taylor just laughed as his head rest in his arms. Elliot slammed his fist onto the desk. "I'm talking to you. Right about now, your ass will be sitting in prison for at least ten years unless you start talking," Elliot snapped.
"I don't have nothing to talk about," he answered slyly. "Your baby girl is dead and you don't seem the least bit remorseful," Olivia pointed it. "Don't fucking bring Ashley into this. I loved my girl and I miss her, but that doesn't mean I should be bawling right now. People deal with grief their own ways," Michael vehemently defended himself.
"I think you feel guilty, Taylor," Elliot told him honestly, sitting down in a chair. "I don't have anything to feel guilty about. I didn't kill her."
"I think that you heard Cole telling Ashley his plan and you followed them. You took up the opportunity to protect your dirty little secret. So you molested your daughter, then killed her," Elliot told him, getting close to his face, "you sick bastard."
"I didn't kill Ashley! And I don't HAVE a dirty little secret, you mother f-"the man started to yell. "Are you trying to tell me you don't beat your children?" Olivia asked, her question only half rhetorical.
"I don't beat my children," Michael answered with a smirk. "Then where did they get all those bruises, Taylor?" Olivia demanded. "Kids! They are kids! Kids get bruises!"
"Not the bruises we saw all over your daughter's body, or Cole's body. Or just the visible ones we could see from your other sons and daughter."
"That slut is not my daughter."
Elliot and Olivia walked outside. "I think he did it," Elliot said. "On what basis, Elliot?" Alex demanded. "He beats his kids, until they're black and blue. Cole decides to expose him, and all of a sudden his three- year-old daughter is dead? That's not coincidence!"
"That may be true! But the judge isn't going to release a warrant for murder because of child abuse," Alex pointed out. "You need DNA, you need an alibi check, you need a confession, you need a witness-something."
"Stabler, Benson, see if Michael Taylor will give a DNA sample willingly. Press on it. If he resists, ask reasons. Munch, Cassidy, go talk to Cole and Kristyn. They are in Huang's headquarters.
Elliot and Olivia stepped back into the room where Michael was. "Oh, God, you two again?" Michael whined. "Yes, and we'll be your worst nightmare if we find out you killed that little girl," Elliot sneered.
"Elliot! Anyway, Michael, if you didn't kill or touch Ashley as you claim, you won't mind giving up a DNA sample, would you?" Olivia asked. Michael's face paled. "Yeah, I would mind!"
"Why? You didn't kill her, or molest her, did you Michael?"
"No! I-no, I didn't kill-or touch-Ashley!"
"Then why are you so opposed to a DNA sample?"
"If I give you one, this will be all it's used for, right?" he asked.
Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other. They were both thinking, what did he have to hide?"
"Unless we find something else to pin on you," Elliot said, only half joking.
"Fine," Michael agreed. But he still looked more than just a little nervous.
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CPS was soon at the home. There were three different cars. One man grabbed at the father, whom Olivia had learned from Mackenzie was Michael Taylor, but Elliot shook his head. "He's being questioned," Elliot instead told him.
Olivia was trying to help CPS gather the kids. The three boys still at the home, Mackenzie, then ten-year-old Myles and 6-month-old Adrian were all fighting to go with Kristyn. She was now crying. "I can't leave Adrian by himself; I can't leave any by themselves!" Finally, one official, a man named Johnson, pried Mackenzie from her shoulders.
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT SQUARDROOM 8:30 AM
Elliot and Olivia walked in. "So, Taylor, you get off on beating your kids?" Elliot demanded. Michael Taylor just laughed as his head rest in his arms. Elliot slammed his fist onto the desk. "I'm talking to you. Right about now, your ass will be sitting in prison for at least ten years unless you start talking," Elliot snapped.
"I don't have nothing to talk about," he answered slyly. "Your baby girl is dead and you don't seem the least bit remorseful," Olivia pointed it. "Don't fucking bring Ashley into this. I loved my girl and I miss her, but that doesn't mean I should be bawling right now. People deal with grief their own ways," Michael vehemently defended himself.
"I think you feel guilty, Taylor," Elliot told him honestly, sitting down in a chair. "I don't have anything to feel guilty about. I didn't kill her."
"I think that you heard Cole telling Ashley his plan and you followed them. You took up the opportunity to protect your dirty little secret. So you molested your daughter, then killed her," Elliot told him, getting close to his face, "you sick bastard."
"I didn't kill Ashley! And I don't HAVE a dirty little secret, you mother f-"the man started to yell. "Are you trying to tell me you don't beat your children?" Olivia asked, her question only half rhetorical.
"I don't beat my children," Michael answered with a smirk. "Then where did they get all those bruises, Taylor?" Olivia demanded. "Kids! They are kids! Kids get bruises!"
"Not the bruises we saw all over your daughter's body, or Cole's body. Or just the visible ones we could see from your other sons and daughter."
"That slut is not my daughter."
Elliot and Olivia walked outside. "I think he did it," Elliot said. "On what basis, Elliot?" Alex demanded. "He beats his kids, until they're black and blue. Cole decides to expose him, and all of a sudden his three- year-old daughter is dead? That's not coincidence!"
"That may be true! But the judge isn't going to release a warrant for murder because of child abuse," Alex pointed out. "You need DNA, you need an alibi check, you need a confession, you need a witness-something."
"Stabler, Benson, see if Michael Taylor will give a DNA sample willingly. Press on it. If he resists, ask reasons. Munch, Cassidy, go talk to Cole and Kristyn. They are in Huang's headquarters.
Elliot and Olivia stepped back into the room where Michael was. "Oh, God, you two again?" Michael whined. "Yes, and we'll be your worst nightmare if we find out you killed that little girl," Elliot sneered.
"Elliot! Anyway, Michael, if you didn't kill or touch Ashley as you claim, you won't mind giving up a DNA sample, would you?" Olivia asked. Michael's face paled. "Yeah, I would mind!"
"Why? You didn't kill her, or molest her, did you Michael?"
"No! I-no, I didn't kill-or touch-Ashley!"
"Then why are you so opposed to a DNA sample?"
"If I give you one, this will be all it's used for, right?" he asked.
Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other. They were both thinking, what did he have to hide?"
"Unless we find something else to pin on you," Elliot said, only half joking.
"Fine," Michael agreed. But he still looked more than just a little nervous.
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