Chapter 4

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"So," Olivia asked Casey, "how did it go?"

It was the next morning. Olivia had been eagerly anticipated Casey's visit to the station that morning. Truth to tell, she was fascinated because of what it portended for her. If Casey shared 100 of her genes with a rapist, then she could feel better about only sharing 50 of hers with one.

Casey had come to the station on the case of a sorority member who had reported being raped by three drunk guys at a party held jointly by the sorority and its associated fraternity. Shortly after getting through talking to the witnesses, Casey came out of the questioning room.

"So, how'd it go?" asked Olivia.

"Well, he says that he saw two of the suspects and a third man he can't identify raping that sorority girl. I think that we can get the two he fingered to give up the third guy on a plea."

"No, no, not the case. Your meeting yesterday."

"Er... well, I didn't exactly enjoy the experience. Amelia Chase is not a very warm person."

"So what did you find out?"

"Well, she had been abused. She wasn't specific as to dates, so I checked the records. From age 9 through 13, she had been the foster child of a man who was later convicted of child molestation. Apparently he liked to strangle his victims when he raped them. I suppose that is where she gets her fixation." Casey gulped and put her right hand on her throat.

"So why does she do it?"

"Revenge. She likes sex, but hates men, so she finds the simplest way to, well, get off without losing any power is to take it."

"She's done it before?"

"Yes. But she didn't admit to anything that is recent enough to prosecute."

"Casey?"

"What?"

"Do you - do you ever feel like you would - you know, attack someone?"

"No. I don't think her propensities were - inborn. So, no, Olivia, I don't think you inherited a rapist gene, if that's why you're asking."

"Maybe not."

"Why?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I have wanted to get violent with people - I don't think I ever thought in terms of raping someone, but - I've wanted to harm people - and I'm not talking about shooting perps - I've had boyfriends who've wronged me, and whom I later fantasized about killing. I... I sometimes think I..."

"Benson, you're a good person and a good cop. We all want to hurt people who've hurt us. Relax. You're not like your father - and I'm not like my sister."

Olivia nodded. "So, what was it like finally meeting her."

"I met her before this. When I was in white-collar crimes. She testified against Kyle Leland for embezzlement."

A Few Years Back-------

"Well, that went well." Casey walked out of the courtroom with Ms. Chase.

"Yes. That snotty bastard will finally get what's coming to him. I'm never happier than when I can get even with some pig who refuses to take me seriously."

"So, Ms. Chase. You say you were adopted?"

"Not exactly. I was in various foster homes. Never had a permanent family."

"Well, I was adopted. Do you think we could be related?"

Amelia Chase snorted. "Yeah, we're so much alike. Listen, you're a nice person and all, and I'm happy to help you, but let's be honest. I don't want to know you, and I doubt you want to know me. Listen, I have a lunch date with two of my friends. You probably know one of them. Pamela Adler?"

"Yeah, I met her once. A bit of a snot, really. Then again, I'm pre-disposed to dislike defense attorneys. She doesn't really have much of a personality, though - I've met a lot of lawyers whom I don't like, but who are sort of lovable in a way. She's just an ice queen, from what I can tell. Maybe I saw her on a bad day?"

"No, you saw what she's normally like. She's a spoiled little rich brat. No one ever said 'no' to her in her life. Thinks she's the hottest thing on two legs. Wonder how she'd react if anyone ever did say 'no.' But, she went to college with Syd, and she seems to adore her, so I put up with the bitch."

"You mean Syd Lehman? From the office?"

"Yeah, her. She's marrying some starving artist. We're trying to talk her back to her senses. Listen, don't call me, I'll call you." She walked off, motioning as if her hand were a phone.

The Present-------

"That's the last time I met her in person until yesterday." Casey sighed.

"So how did you get the DNA test?" asked Olivia.

"Through correspondence. Apparently no one else would write to her, so she decided she would get to know me a little after all. It beat marking time in her cell."

"I wonder how she can survive in prison." Olivia shuddered. No men around - I'd hate to be her cell-mate. I can imagine what she might do."

Casey shrugged. "Apparently her hatred of men didn't prevent her from making friends among her clients. She made so much money in currency trading with a Klaus Cologne, that he apparently made certain that someone is available for her every conjugal visit day. A/N I'm not sure that people in prison for sex crimes are allowed conjugal visits, but let's pretend they are"

"He hired someone?"

"Well, apparently she has a pen pal, but he never writes her back. She claims he's her boyfriend, but she hinted to me in a letter that he was hired by Klaus."

"Ah."

"Well, listen, I've got to go. Talk to you later." Casey waved as she left.

Olivia went back to her desk, and pulled out some paperwork.

"Hi, Liv," Elliot walked over to her desk.

"Hi, Elliot. What's going on?"

"Yesterday I did a little of that checking up you asked me to do."

"Yeah?"

"And guess what."

"What?"

"I found Peter Smith. And you'll never what happened to him since the Chase-Adler case."

"What?"

"He's married."

"Um... I'm not certain why I would find that difficult to believe. People do get married after all. Rape victims, too."

"Well, yes, they do. He married one. You'll never guess who."

"Who?"

"Harper Anderson."

"The one who we think shot the "Is this how you like it" rapist? That Harper Anderson?" Olivia's eyes went wide. "Good grief. How did that happen?"

"Don't know. I didn't get a life story. I just found out a few basic facts about them and left it at that."

"My, my, isn't that something."

Meanwhile, at a room in another precinct...

"So, you want me to what?"

"Her testimony got my daughter convicted of murder. I want you to make certain she gets taken care of." The old lawyer narrowed his eyes. "You are the go-to gal in the prison, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"I think that I can get your sentence overturned. I will get you the best defense money can buy. All you need to do is to give me my revenge."

"Of course, Mr. Adler."

"Pamela was going to inherit everything after I died. That was all spoiled because some self-strangling pervert wanted to get a lighter sentence, and before her, some idiot narcotics addict grew a conscience. She took care of the addict. And now you will take care of the pervert."

"Yes, Mr. Adler. And you can get me off on the murder charge?"

"I guarantee it, Ms. Lewis. I guarantee it."

A/N Mr. Adler is an original character; Pam Adler's father. Ms. Lewis is made up from whole cloth.