Glenbrook Heights Apartments

678 27th Street

March 18

Just like any other crime scene, this one was surronded by yellow tape, and people hoping to catch a glimpse of a dead body. This particular group of lowlifes always

annoyed the SVU detectives, and, due to sleep deprivation, Stabler and Benson were not in the mood to deal.

"Unless you're a witness, please leave so we can do our job," Olivia said calmly. Not suprisingly, no one moved.

"Get lost, or we'll arrest you all for loitering!" snapped Elliot.

"You can't do that," one man sniffed.

"Oh yeah?" Elliot got right in his face. "Watch me."

The crowd melted away, leaving one woman, who was the 9-1-1 caller. One of the first responders, Officer Gates, turned to the detectives. "The witness says she

came down the stairs this morning and tripped over the body of one Brian Caldwell, her neighbor." He lifted the sheet off of the victims head. He had been shot.

"This looks like a gunshot wound," Olivia said. "Why'd you cal us?"

Gates simultaneously shrugged one shoulder and stifled a yawn. "All of the homicide detectives were too busy to come down here. Sorry, but Special Victims

isn't exactly the most busy department."

"So we're backup, and our victims are second-class. That's really nice," Elliot snarled.

The officer's spine stiffened. "I don't need your sarcasm, Detective."

"I'm sure you don't."

Olivia held up a hand. "Okay, Elliot, enough. It doesn't matter whether he died of a gunshot wound or a drug overdose."

"I think the perp used a 9mm," Gates offered.

"Oh, now he's a ballistics expert," Elliot sneered.

"Elliot!" Olivia hissed. Gates raised both arms in surrender and walked away. Olivia bent down towards the body. "Why do you always do that?"

Elliot grinned. "Do what?"

Olivia smiled and shook her head. "You know, I think we might have to give our first responder some credit. I think 9mm sounds about right for the callibur."

She began to stand up when Elliot grabbed her arm. "What's wrong?"

Elliot put on plastic gloves reached inside the dead man's coat. "I think the killer left a note." He cleared his throat and began to read. "'To whomever finds this

man, kindly inform Isis Black that she's next.' At least they were polite about it."

"Isis Black- why does that name sound familiar?"

Stabler stood up and put the letter into an evidence bag. "We'll find that out, now won't we?"