I glance up from my desk, the morning after my encounter with Mike down at Central Booking. It scared me a little, to see him. I didn't even know him. Cragen steps out, a pink slip in his hand. "We got something, boss?" I question, shoving back my chair.
"Michael Lombardo was found dead this morning in his cell at Rikers." He says, his eyes flat.
"What?" I look at him, startled.
"He hung himself. No note, no nothing. You don't have to worry about him, Liv."
I sigh. "I hate to think that I drove him to that, Cap. It makes me feel responsible."
"You didn't. You know, you were right. Most normal people do move on. It takes some longer than others, but it's been fifteen years since you broke up with him. Most people do move on by then."
"But I still. . . . "
"Liv, rapists are cowards. He didn't want to face the world, so he took himself out of it. He didn't have the balls to face reality." And he disappears back into his office, as silently as he came out.
