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Chapter 7
The four detectives were yet again in the squad room filling in each other of the previous day.
"The Larkman's schizo?" Cameron asked
"And after Lisa was taken she refused to take her pills so now she believes that what happened was a dream. According to her, Lisa's still at home." Olivia said.
"Sam told us that she actually drops Lisa off at school everyday." Elliot added.
"So basically we couldn't get the supplier's description out of her."
"That's alright. Me and Cam got a name. Tony told us that the guy's name's Tucker."
"Tucker what?" Liv asked.
"Bryce Tucker." Fin answered.
"Trust fund baby," Cameron added. "I ran the name, and the guy's got a record. Statutory, back a few years ago." She put a picture of an attractive man next to Sam Larkman. "Fifteen year old prostitute. The bastard likes 'em young."
"And as the years went on, he started to like them even younger," Olivia thought out loud, putting the pieces together.
"But he knew an eight year wouldn't be willing," Elliot added. "But by this point he doesn't give a damn."
"So he sets up a plan with Sam, Sam leads her to the building and magically isn't watching his little sister as she goes up to a house all by herself," Liv responded. "He doesn't want to get caught, so he hides behind the door, and grabs her before anyone can see him."
"Sounds great but there's a flaw in your plan," Cameron said.
"What?" Elliot asked.
"Tucker's got a hit out on the kid." Said Fin. Olivia threw her head back in defeat. They were getting nowhere and Lisa could be dead by now.
"So maybe the kid is innocent. It could be a coincidence that its Larkman's sister." Elliot offered. He wanted Tucker to be the perp. Badly.
"Could we pick him up?" Cam asked.
"On what grounds?" Olivia asked airily.
"Conspiracy to commit murder."
"And attempted murder for John." Fin offered as well.
Elliot contemplated for a minute. This could work. "Call Casey," he said finally. "Get a warrant."
"Sir, a reliable informant told Detectives Tutuola and Muh-Holiday that Tucker put a hit out on a man. He tried to kill a Police Detective!" A.D.A. Casey Novak told Judge Petrovky for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Circumstantial evidence Casey!" he responded. "Your reliable source is a drug dealer!"
"That may be, but Bryce Tucker has a criminal record!"
"For statutory rape, not kidnapping, murder or drug trafficking!"
"You're Honor an eight year old girl has been kidnapped, who knows what that man is doing to her! Sam Larkman's life is in danger! We have to get this man off the streets." Petrovsky paused.
"Alright, you got your warrant. Search his place. If you find anything, arrest him."
"Thank-you sir." Casey smiled. Petrovky walked away.
Apartment of Bryce Tucker
17865 East Rd.
Manhattan, New York
Fin and Cam searched Tucker's apartment high and low for any signs of Lisa, with the help of a large group of uniforms. Cam walked up to Fin.
"Find anything?"
"Not over here. You?"
"Not a damn thing. This guy's good." Fin spotted something.
"Maybe not." He knelt down and stared at the carpet. It was uneven and shaky. "What are the odds that there would be loose carpet on a professional job?"
"I have a better chance of getting back together with my ex." They ripped up the carpet. There was a latch. Fin pulled. Underneath was a small safe haven full of baggies of white powder. Fin grabbed a bag. He sniffed. He handed it to Cam.
"What does that smell like to you?" Cameron sniffed. She looked at her partner and smiled.
"Cocaine."
Bryce Tucker sat at his desk working through paperwork. One of his designers had an idea for a new game. He had to check it through to make sure it was "legal." Elliot and Olivia strode through the office like nothing. Tucker looked up.
"What is going on?" he asked.
"Bryce Tucker?" Elliot asked.
"Yes."
"You're under arrest." Elliot grabbed his hands and cuffed him. Tucker was beyond shocked.
"On what charge?"
"Kidnapping, conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, drug trafficking, and possession of an illegal substance." Olivia offered.
"Bryce Tucker," Elliot started. "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. If you choose to give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney..." he carried on.
Back at the station house, Elliot and Olivia had Tucker in an interrogation room. "You got one hell of a part time job Tucker," Olivia said humorously. "Now, my question is, why would you jeopardize everything your daddy built for you?"
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Tucker answered. His face completely blank.
"Sure you do. Supplying Cocaine and Heroin to kids. They pay good money for those drugs. And your business is going under."
"What better way to keep your money."
"But you made a mistake."
"Did I?" Tucker said maliciously. "And what would that be?"
"You shot a cop." Olivia said equally malicious. Tucker turned away.
"I did no such thing." Olivia put a picture of Lisa's website down in front of him. He looked at it.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Because you took it. You kidnapped her and now you're using her to play out your sick little fantasies!"
"You give me too much credit."
"Do I?"
"She's a pretty little thing. But I'm not into children that young."
"Right," Elliot butted in. "You like 'em fifteen. As long as they charge right?"
"That was one time! She told me she was twenty-one!"
"We only caught you one time. But I doubt that was it." said Elliot.
"What did he say?" Cam asked outside the room. Fin looked over at her.
"He doesn't think that was the only girl he-"
"No, not that, what Tucker said," She looked at him. "About Lisa."
"That she was a pretty little thing." Recognition dawned on Fin's face. He and Cam walked briskly back towards their desks. Fin grabbed the printed page the perp wrote. "'She's a pretty little thing isn't she?'" he looked back at Cameron. "Looks like he's our guy."
"Looks like."
"You're busted." Olivia said, circling Tucker like a hawk. She threw the same page that Fin and Cam held just moments ago. He read it over. Then he looked up at the waiting detective.
"What's your point?" Olivia sat down where Elliot used to sit.
"The girl you paid for was fifteen. Our perp likes 'em that young."
"A coincidence."
"Is it a coincidence that you and our perp both called her 'a pretty little thing'?" Elliot asked. He was standing with his back against the stone wall.
"Yes."
"Come on," Elliot badgered. "Even you can't be that stupid."
"Well, apparently you can be, if you believe this theory!"
"Where were you on the 17th from four to midnight?" Olivia asked.
"Work, then I went home."
"Anyone see you there?"
"It was a Sunday, everyone has off on Sundays. I was the only one."
"Mighty convenient. What about when you went home?"
"I'm a bachelor."
"Of course. What woman would want a man who has a fetish for prostitutes?"
"Go to hell!"
"You first. Well isn't this odd? You don't have an alibi, and the personalities are very similar." she smiled.
"I want my lawyer."
Elliot pushed himself away from the wall. He got right in Tucker's face. His eyes were cold and angry. Tucker's were full of fear, but at the same time confidence. "You're going to need one." he whispered. He walked out, Olivia followed. Cragen was waiting outside for them.
"You sure it's him?"
"Everything's a match. We're waiting for Donald to come up for a voice recognition." Olivia assured him. Cragen nodded.
"Fine, you two, head home and get some sleep."
"Captain we're fine." Olivia argued. Cragen paused for a moment.
"Then go home and shower." and he walked away. Elliot tried to hide his smirk.
"Shut up!" Olivia chuckled. And the two headed for home. Olivia noticed that Cam was sitting by herself. "Hey where's Fin?" she asked. Cam folded her hands and placed them on the top of her head.
"He went home. Had plans with his son." Olivia nodded. She noticed that those two got closer after Fin found out Ken was gay. "You guys heading home?"
"Yeah, you going to be alright by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'm just gonna sit around, checking to make sure there isn't a crack in this. I don't know about you but I want this guy to talk. So we can find Lisa."
"He won't talk until his lawyer comes. Sit tight. And enjoy." Cam nodded.
"Ok. You going home to sleep or shower?"
"Shower and change." Cam smiled.
"Do you ever sleep when you're working on a case?" Liv shrugged.
"Depends on the case. See ya." And she and Elliot were out the door. He didn't tell her, but he wasn't going home. He was simply getting a cup of coffee and coming back. He wasn't going to waste anymore time on this.
Back inside, Cam was fighting with someone over the phone, trying to find out if Tucker had a gun permit.
"Look, I understand. But do you understand that we're dealing with a kidnapping? I don't care! Frankly I don't give a damn! No, there isn't a privilege! It's public record! You want a court order? Fine, give me a simple yes, or no and I'll give you a freaking court order!" she paused for a moment. "See was that really that hard?" She smiled. "Yeah yeah yeah, I'll get it to you by tomorrow. Alright, take care Charlie." She paused again as Charlie spoke. "That wasn't part of the arrangement. Well I care. Charlie, it just didn't work out, I just wanted a quick lay and you wanted a lasting relationship... Goodbye Charlie!" she added that last part annoyed. She hung up the phone. She started to type on her computer. Then, it did the worst thing it could possibly do.
It froze.
"No, no you little bitch! Come on! Work!" She banged on the computer. She tried Control-Alt-Delete, but it did nothing. Anger flooded through her and she punched the monitor with all her force. It crashed off of the desk onto the floor. It shattered. "Son of a cock knocker!" she yelled. She looked at her hand. It was bleeding. "Damn."
Cameron walked into the bathroom and ran her bleeding knuckles under water. She let the cold fluid run over her hand while the bleeding stopped. When she finished she went back into the squad room to continue working. She looked around and no computer was on. So she couldn't get the password. "Doesn't anybody keep their computer on when they're coming back?" she thought. She walked around, ending up in the small room off of the main area where the minor detectives worked. One computer was on.
"Yes! Thank you who ever you are!" she said as she sat down. The screen saver was up. It was a picture of Olivia sitting at her desk working. Her face down on her paper. The screen changed and it was Olivia standing in front of what Cameron called the "perp board."
"Someone has a crush."
She jiggled the mouse around and the desktop popped up. It was a picture of the entire main area. Elliot, Olivia, Fin and John sitting around coercing. Cameron became confused.
"What the hell is going on?"
Hello my dear faithful fans! Lol, tell me what you think! Mind you, when I first wrote this I was tired as all hell writing as quick as possible so I could go to sleep. Lol. Well, there are two, count 'em two chapters left. Hope you liked the story of "The Replacement" thus far!