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CHAPTER TEN DOINK-DOINK

"Well, I have good news and bad news," said Warner as Elliot and Olivia made their way into her office.

"This seems to be a pattern in this case," said Elliot. "What's up?"

"The good news is that the DNA on the soda can matches Antonia and Hayley," said Warner, showing them the picture.

"The bad news is that it doesn't match Stephanie, I'm assuming?" said Olivia.

"Sorry."

"Okay, so we've got him for two," said Elliot. "Let's bring him in."

Elliot and Olivia made their way to Marcella. Olivia couldn't help but think how excited Caroline would be when they brought him back to the station house…she had been irate when they'd had to let him go after the twenty-four hour mark. Marcella was sitting on his porch, reading a book in Italian. He jumped up when the detectives approached.

"A little chilly for reading, isn't it?" Olivia quipped.

"Adam Marcella," said Elliot as Olivia cuffed him. "You are under arrest for the crimes of rape and murder. You have the right to remain silent…"

DOINK-DOINK

"Thank the sweet baby Jesus!" Caroline exclaimed after they'd put Marcella in interrogation once more.

"I thought you were Jewish," said Fin.

"I had to thank somebody. 'Thank the sweet prophet Moses' doesn't quite have the same ring to it."

"Thank whoever the patron saint is of people coming out of comas. Stephanie's awake," said Munch, hanging up his phone.

"Let's go," said Fin.

"Bring me back something," said Caroline.

"Like what?" asked Munch.

"I don't know. Something to celebrate with. I'm not picky."

"Those are dangerous instructions in the hands of someone like John," said Fin.

"I mean like chocolate or something."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Munch and Fin went out into the brisk day. As they walked, Fin suddenly turned to Munch with an odd grin on his face.

"She is pretty cute," he said.

"Who?"

"Caroline."

"Oh, come on," said Munch, annoyed.

"Nah, I see how you act around her."

"Fin, we're friends. She's nice. We get along."

"Wonder what all the little Munches would look like."

Munch had to exercise great restraint to keep from pushing Fin down a staircase.

DOINK-DOINK

Munch and Fin had been questioning Stephanie for twenty minutes. She had been sobbing steadily the whole time. Finally, Fin asked the question they both dreaded asking.

"Do you know who did it to you?" he said gently.

Stephanie nodded. Fin and Munch looked at each other gravely. Fin took Stephanie's hand.

"It's okay, baby. Just tell us who he is and we'll pick him up. He'll never bother with you again."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. You've done great. You can do this."

"No…you don't understand. I can't say it."

"Miss O'Neil, I want you to understand something," said Munch, sitting down next to her. "If you don't give us a name, this guy is going to get away with it."

"I just can't!"

"But you know who it is?" said Fin.

"Yes."

"Did he threaten you?"

Stephanie started crying even harder. Her hands were shaking just like they had when they had first met her. Fin put his other hand on her shoulder. Munch was inwardly impressed with how kind Fin was being – not that he wasn't a nice guy, but he was being very gentlemanly. Fin gave Munch a quick Look.

"Stephanie, tell us if he threatened you," said Munch. "That's a crime and we can lock him up just for that. Add on the attacks and he'll never get out. But we can't do anything without a name."

"He said he'd tell everyone about…" Stephanie trailed off.

"About what?"

"It's so embarrassing."

"Listen. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. This guy's got nothing on you if we can pin him down, okay?" said Fin. "What did he threaten you with?"

"He said he'd tell everyone about my addiction."

There was a ringing silence.

"What addiction?" said Munch.

"It's nothing illegal. I – I'm addicted to caffeine. He said he'd tell everyone and that I'd go to rehab for it. I don't want to go to rehab. I don't like being away from home and my parents would be so disappointed. I just want to go home!" Stephanie wept, gripping Fin's hand hard. "He said no one would believe me because I'm a junkie. He said they'd say I was high and I made everything up and he said they'd think I took the drugs myself."

"How much caffeine did you have the night you were attacked?"

"I'd had…um…let me think. I'd had a pot of coffee and three caffeine pills. I think that's all."

"Okay. Look, we believe you. The evidence proves that he forced you to take those pills and that he raped you. We're on your side. We just need his name, that's all, and we can get him off the street."

Stephanie took a deep breath. "I remember him saying how upset his friend Adam would be."

"Why?"

"Because he'd lose the contest. The man who hurt me, he said they were having a contest to see who could have the most virgins by the end of the night. And he said to tell the police what he looked like, but I lied."

"You lied?"

"Yes. I told you he looked like Adam Marcella because I knew he was in on it and that he didn't know about the caffeine."

Fin sat down. "Stephanie, who is it?"

"Steve Maddox."