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Chapter 2

The confusion in Olivia's eyes at such a statement was evident. "How the hell does he know who I am?" Olivia asked standing up.

"I don't know, as I said, we're still running a check on him," Fin repeated.

"I may know why we don't have any answers," Detective Munch said approaching the group. "Fake name. I checked the driver's licenses of over a dozen people by the name of Robert Michaels, and none of their descriptions matches our guy."

"What room's he in?" Olivia demanded, looking frustrated by their lack of answers.

"Three," Fin spoke up.

"If the only way we'll get answers to our questions is if I talk to him, then so be it." Olivia turned away from the guys and headed into the depths of the station where the interrogation rooms were kept. She could hear Elliot following close behind, but she didn't say anything to him. Thirty seconds later, she reached the one-way mirror to interrogation room three.

Elliot took a few minutes to study the man before shifting his gaze to Olivia in order to gauge her reaction. The man's blonde hair was chopped close to his head in a typical military haircut. He sat however, without any regard for a military uniform in blue jeans and a casual gray polo shirt.

From her position, the man's looks did not light any memories of recognition, but her initial impression of him was not that of a typical rapist. Olivia Benson however, had learned a long time ago how in accurate appearances were to the representation of a person's character.

"I'm going in there," Olivia said turning towards the door.

"I'll go with you," Elliot said following her. Olivia didn't know how strict this guy was going to be about his request, but for the moment, she welcomed Elliot's company.

The man looked up at her expectantly as she entered the room, analyzing her every move. As Elliot entered the room he seemed to frown slightly but didn't say anything in response.

"Olivia Benson," he spoke up, sizing her up.

Olivia responded with a look of her own as she circled around him, her arms crossed against her chest. "You seem to know my name. How about you tell us yours?"

"Quick on the uptake, aren't you?" the man said with a smile. "Well I'll inform you now, you won't find me in your system. Never even had a parking ticket."

"So why does a man with such a perfect record turn himself in for a crime we weren't even aware you committed?" Elliot asked. "Don't tell me you've suddenly decided to turn to the dark side."

The man narrowed his eyes at Elliot while speaking to Olivia. "I would suggest that you escort your partner out of the room, Olivia. As I told the other two detectives, I only want the honor of speaking with you."

Elliot's eyes met Olivia's and Olivia gave her partner a slight nod. Elliot didn't like this situation at all, but he didn't have a choice. When Olivia had set her mind to something, there wasn't anything Elliot could do to change it. With one last glare at the man, Elliot opened the door and left, finding room between Munch and Fin to watch and listen to the conversation.

"We've met your terms, now start giving us some answers." The man slowly put his hands on the table and stared at them for a few seconds. A lop-sided grin now remained on his face taking away from his initial innocent appearance.

"15." He began. "15 years I served for my country. Ever since I was eighteen. I joined the Marines straight out of high school. I saw my friends die in Iraq and Afghanistan. I looked forward to going home, seeing my happy family.

"I came home for Christmas one year and found out that my mother had been raped and killed the previous summer and now my father was sitting in jail for her murder. Why? His semen was all that was found in her. Do you remember that case, Olivia? You after all found the evidence against him. You do realize, Detective, that married couples are allowed to have sex, don't you?"

Olivia's brow furrowed in remembrance. "As I recall, your father had a hard time verifying his whereabouts the night of the murder. Any other detective would have played it the same way."

"I don't like this," Elliot said as he watched. "If he raped those two women for revenge, why did he decide to turn himself in?"

"It could have been an anger problem," Fin replied. "Not knowing how it went down, the guy could have taken his temper out on his latest fling and then was taken with guilt."

"Maybe," Elliot replied doubtfully. "Munch, see if you can locate this case. Check the last twenty years with a similar cause of death."

"I'm on it," Munch said leaving as the other two turned back to the window. Some time during the conversation, Olivia had taken a seat at the table directly across from the man with her elbows resting on the table.

"You want to know what made my case so special?" the man spat. "My mother's rape wasn't the only one. The same bastard came back and raped my sister."

"There was no proof that it was the same man," Olivia said in full memory of the case now. "As far as the state was concerned your father was the one who committed the first rape and he was in jail during the second one."

"I don't give a rat's ass what the state thinks. My father was innocent."

"Your mother had a $750,000 life insurance claim following your father's lay-off that made him a potential suspect."

"He loved her!" the man shouted, pounding his fist on the table as he spoke. There was a long moment of silence as the man showed an effort to settle down. "He killed himself because he loved her and the state did everything in their power to see that his last memories of her could spend no more than ten minutes with him once every other week while the real rapist ran free."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but that's not what happened. Your father raped and killed your mother. Your sister's rape was an unfortunate coincidence," Olivia reasoned. "The rapist didn't even use the same MO as with your mother."

"Do you honestly believe that, Detective?" the man asked. "Do you honestly believe it was all a coincidence? Occum's Razor," he said quietly, "says the simplest explanation is the most reasonable. So what is more likely? The same person raped my mother and sister and my father was innocent, or two different people raped them?"

Olivia didn't answer. Following the mother's murder, Olivia remembered being convinced that the father had done it. After all, he had no alibi, he had been the last one to see his wife alive, and he had a motive. Though his suicide had been surprising, Olivia began to have her doubts when the man's sister had been raped. She knew as well as he did that his scenario made more sense, but she wasn't willing to admit she had made a mistake when the evidence had been so supportive to her argument. She found herself looking deeply into his light blue eyes that were filled with pain and bitterness. So cold, that they made her shudder slightly.

"Tell me about the two women you raped," Olivia finally said, hoping to make progress with this man rather than reminisce on her past cases.

"That, you'll have to solve for yourself, Detective," the man said leaning back in his chair.

Olivia began to become angry. "I didn't come in here to be screwed around with. If you have information to give me than I suggest you give it."

"You have twenty-four hours to present evidence for my confession before you're forced to let me go," the man said smirking once again.

"Why did you confess if you didn't want us to book you?" Olivia demanded.

"For reasons you will discover in time."

"I'm outta here," Olivia said heading for the door. Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, the man's voice made her stop.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Olivia stopped but didn't turn around. "Before I was honorably discharged, my expertise in the Marines was bombs. I think it's my duty to inform you that every door within the precinct, including the one you're holding, Detective, is rigged to explode."