Disclaimer: I also own a pair of size 9/10 low rise Aeropostale jeans. But not "SVU". By the way, no, not every male in the precinct has a crush on Caroline. It's just a reference back to how Olivia called her "precinct candy" in "Possessive".

CHAPTER FOUR

DOINK-DOINK

"Antonia? I can't believe this," said Antonia's manager, a big man named Steve.

"What kind of employee was she?" asked Munch.

"Ideal. She's only called in sick once in eighteen months of working for me. She's good with the customers, she's efficient, always has a smile on her face…I think she was just happy to have a job."

"What do you mean?"

"Antonia wasn't born in America. She's from Spain. She and her mother moved here a few years ago. For a while they were okay, but then her mom got sick and all their money went to her hospital fees. When her mom died, Antonia had to find a job of her own."

"Do you know if she has a second job?" asked Olivia.

"Yeah, she does. She does some sort of graphic design or something. Not really sure what. She's only mentioned it once or twice."

"Was Antonia in yesterday?" asked Munch.

"Yeah, from nine to four-thirty. She had to take off after that to get to some baby shower."

"Know who the shower was for?"

"Uh…probably her friend Jacqueline. I think she said she was pregnant."

"Do you know how we can get in touch with Jacqueline?" asked Olivia.

"No, sorry. I wish I could help you."

"Did Antonia have a boyfriend?"

"No. Not that she didn't get asked out, but she said she wanted a nice 'wholesome' guy to settle down with."

Olivia handed him her card. "If you can think of anything, call me."

"Will do. I hope you find the guy."

Munch and Olivia left the bakery and stood for a moment, adjusting to the New York chill. Munch looked over the notes he had taken as they started walking towards the nearest vendor.

"This Jacqueline," said Munch thoughtfully as they waited for their hot dogs. "Do we know if Antonia kept an address book or had caller ID?"

"I'll ask Fin to make a quick stop and find out for us," said Olivia, dialing her cell phone.

DOINK-DOINK

The next day, everyone was gathered around their desks, save for Caroline, who was an hour late. Cragen chewed a piece of licorice meditatively.

"We checked around for Antonia's friend Jacqueline. According to the caller ID, she called Antonia around ten o'clock that night. I'm going to check up on that today," said Fin. "Find out what it was about. Maybe she knows something."

"Do that now," said Cragen.

Fin picked up his phone and called Jacqueline. Caroline suddenly bustled in. Her hair wasn't braided. Instead, it was loose around her face and it was soaked from the slushy rain falling outside. She was pink from the cold and winded from running in.

"I'm so sorry," she wheezed.

"It's fine," said Cragen. "Have a seat."

Caroline yanked back her hair and started braiding it. She didn't look nearly as together as she normally did.

"So," she began hoarsely. "What have I missed?"

"Not a lot," said Elliot. "Antonia's last known whereabouts may have been this baby shower for a friend who called her at ten the night before she was murdered. Fin's checking it out now."

"Okay. And DNA?"

"Plenty. Idiot didn't use a condom."

"Brilliant. Anything else?"

"Yeah. He peed all around her sofa."

"Lovely," said Caroline, wrinkling her nose in a childlike way. "What was he doing, marking his territory?"

"Probably," said Olivia.

"Jacqueline is Antonia's best friend," said Fin, hanging up. "She called Antonia that night to ask if she'd left behind her cell phone. Antonia had left the baby shower at nine."

"That's a late shower," said Caroline.

"Well, it was over at five, but Antonia stayed to help clean up and ended up hanging around for a while. I didn't find anything else out. Jacqueline was crying too hard to even talk right."

"What else do we know about Antonia?" asked Elliot.

"She's a devout Catholic. She's never missed a mass and sometimes comes in multiple times per week," said Munch. "The priest said she was one of the most polite people he'd ever known, and he included himself in that."

"Stephanie O'Neill is Catholic, too," said Fin. "She had Mary and Jesus all over her apartment."

"Think that's this guy's target?"

"Could be," said Elliot.

"It's a pervert's ultimate fantasy...overgrown Catholic schoolgirl," said Munch.

Olivia hung up her phone. No one had even noticed she'd picked it up in the first place. She looked absolutely stunned.

"What's wrong, Liv?" asked Elliot.

"Stephanie O'Neill was rushed to the hospital last night. Drug overdose."

"Is she okay?"

Olivia shook her head. "She's in the ICU in a coma."

Everyone looked at each other, shocked. Stephanie O'Neill had been all right just yesterday, albeit shaken.

"Suicide attempt?" Munch asked.

"Hospital doesn't think so. They want someone to come down. El?"

"I'll get my coat," said Elliot, standing up.

"How come no one called us last night?" asked Fin.

"Maybe they didn't think to," said Caroline. "If you have what seems like a suicide attempt, you're not going to waste time making calls."

"Right. Let's get out there," said Munch.