A/N: Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed! TJ, you rock! The third chapter's finally up! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

"Yeah, we just talked to him." Olivia said into her cellphone as she stopped at a red light with Elliot in shotgun seat. "I didn't get the best vibe from him. Maybe Records and ...?"
"Already on it." Cragen's voice cut in. "We already know his name's Ryan Custer, married to Jenny Oswald, resides in New Jersey and a few other minor information. But that's about it."
Elliot took her phone from her. When she looked at him to protest, he pointed at her, then at the road. "Drive."
She sighed and stepped on the pedal as the streetlight hit green.
"So, Liv and I were heading for the music store Eliza worked at, if that's all right. We'll report back if we catch anything interesting."
"Alright. Dig up as much as you can." A click was heard just as the Captain ended his sentence.

MOHAVE'S TUNES
CENTRAL PARK WEST, MANHATTAN
NOVEMBER 12TH

"Eliza's dead?" Asked the pseudo-hippie owner as he pushed away one of his auburn dreadlocks.
"You don't sound very surprised." Said Olivia suspiciously.
"Well, why would I be, man? Lately she was like, a troubled kid." He lit his herbal cigarette and took a puff.
"'A troubled kid', what's that supposed to mean?" Asked Elliot.
"You know... She was totally weird and zoned out. Like some freak was stalking her or something. She kept coming in late and putting the wrong records in the sections. Totally not like her. This old guy even came in and started freaking out on her. I kicked him out of here and told him I'd like, put a flower in his rifle if he came back. Not a real rifle, but like..."
Olivia was staring at him blankly as he talked. This guy didn't make much sense. Her head jerked up when he mentioned the last part though. She looked at Elliot and it looked like he had just woke up and was interested too.
"What old guy?" He interrupted.
"Like, this white-haired dude. He had one green eye and one blue. I totally spazzed out at that. Such a rad set of eyes on such a totally uncool dude."
"One green eye and blue..." Olivia muttered, then looked at Elliot. "Sounds like Ryan to me."
"'Didn't go near her' my ass. So um..." He turned back to the owner. "Did you catch what he was saying?"
"Stuff like, 'You ain't my daughter, you dirty bee-atch!' and stuff. I didn't know she had a dad..." His eyes glazed over.
Olivia gawked incredulously at him, then said without much emotion, "Thanks... Let us know if you remember anything else."
She highly doubted he would.

16TH PRECINCT
NOVEMBER 14TH

"So, what? Dad calls up his daughter who he hasn't contacted in two years, decides that she's not worthy enough to live and slashes her all across her body?" Casey Novak stood up and shook her head. "Not enough probable cause and just plain ridiculous. I can't get a warrant."
"But we have an eyewitness that places him at her workspace, when he knowingly told us that he had never had contact with his daughter since his arrival in New York. That's fishy behaviour, if you ask me." Argued Olivia as she put her hands on her hips.
"It's not enough." Casey enunciated as she turned to face all of them. "All you've got is onestoned storekeeper on your witness list and he's not credible at all. It's not going to impress a judge into signing a warrant."
"Casey, come on." Elliot stepped up. "We can nail this guy. The owner definitely remembered him... the eyes. It's hard to forget different coloured eyes. Even when you're high. Just tell the judge we've got a hard lie against him, make it your focal argument."
"I'm sorry, Elliot. I just can't. Call me when you guys get more evidence. I'll try for a warrant then." She gave them a What can I do? shrug, grabbed her suitcase and departed.
"Great." Olivia said irritably after Novak left. "We've caught this guy in a lie that could announce who his daughters killer is and it's 'not enough'. You know, sometimes the law just really bugs me."
"I think I've got something to change your mind," Cragen said as he came out of his office, holding a beige file. He held it out to her. "Conrad Thiessen's file. It looks like the professor had a bit of a background that he forgot to mention to you guys."
"'Three attempted rape cases, filed by three of hisfemale students.'" Olivia read out loud and closed it. "All charges dropped."She looked at Elliot. "What'd I tell you? Drama."
"All right, all right. Let's pay Mr. Thiessen another visit." Stabler said, grabbing his coat and walking with Oliviato the door.