Tarnished
Chapter Thirteen
Olympia Condominiums
Old Kew Gardens
7:18 PM
Munch looked at his watch and sighed.
"What's your problem, John?" Fin asked.
"I don't like stakeouts," he huffed.
"I love 'em," Fin chuckled. "It's the only time when I don't have to hear your mouth."
Munch just looked at his partner before turning his attentions back to looking at the entrance to the apartment.
"What? You got another hot date?" Fin asked.
"As a matter of fact I have one tomorrow night, so I want to catch this psycho in a timely manner," Munch explained.
Fin just shook his head.
They waited another hour, then finally, the perp showed up.
"Showtime," Fin said as he and Munch got out of the Sedan.
"Lynn Whitmore?" Fin inquired.
She stopped and looked at them, then she took off.
"Shit, I knew she would run," Fin said.
Munch pulled out his walkie.
"Benson, Stabler, the suspect is on the run, I repeat, suspect is on the run!"
Around the corner, Elliot headed off Lynn Whitmore and she stumbled over the hood of the Sedan.
Olivia hopped out and tackled the taller, athletic woman.
"Stop!"
Lynn kicked Olivia and she fell back into Elliot whom supported her.
"You okay?" He asked quickly.
"Yeah," she panted as they sprinted down the street after Lynn. "Ready to kick her ass."
"HEY! STOP!" Elliot shouted.
They finally caught up with Lynn and Olivia again tackled the woman.
"Lynn Whitmore, you are under arrest for murder," Olivia announced as she put the cuffs on the woman.
"You've got nothing on me bitch," Lynn snapped.
"Hey bitch," Olivia said as they stood up. "Don't call me bitch."
1-6 Precinct
SVU Squad Room
9:29 PM
Casey sat across the table from Lynn and stared her down in true Casey fashion. Elliot and Olivia were leaning against opposing walls. Lynn had a serious attitude, and she wasn't saying anything.
Lynn stared at Olivia.
"Bitch," she said once again. "This silent treatment shit isn't going to scare me."
Casey shrugged. "We're not trying to scare you."
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that you'd rather spend the rest of your life in prison instead of lethal injection," Olivia said as she paced around the room.
"Oxygen or death," Elliot sighed. "It's your call. But you might want oxygen…you'll need that."
Lynn rolled her eyes.
"Listen sweetie, we've got you one way or another," Casey said. "So, if you'd rather take your chances with a jury…"
"Alright," Lynn conceded. "But if I tell you everything, down to what I had for lunch yesterday, I want twenty five years."
"You've killed twelve people," Casey said incredulously. "You're a contract killer, Miss Whitmore. I suggest you find a damn good lawyer. No deal. Life in prison, take it, or I'm out of here."
"Fine," Lynn sighed. "Where do I start?"
"Who's paying?" Elliot began.
Lynn looked up at him.
"Shelby Sadler."
Elliot nodded. "Did she take out a hit on her husband?"
Lynn snorted. "Nope, she actually killed the son of a bitch herself. She took a hit out on Josephine because she knew way too much."
"What about Christian?" Olivia asked.
"She sent for him," she explained further. "Bought him a plane ticket."
"Do you know where they're going?" Casey asked.
"We didn't exactly discuss details of the escape plan, Ms. Novak," Lynn smiled. "I just take the cash and do what I'm told."
Olivia sighed. "We've got to intercept this little meeting wherever it is."
"You know what?" Lynn laughed. "Deal's off. Where's the proof of all this? I think I would like my lawyer now."
Josephine came into the room, bearing a stack of files. She put them on the table.
"What the hell is this?"
Josephine opened up the file and pulled out a check written for twenty thousand dollars.
"Proof," she said before glaring at Lynn. "Detectives, I know where Shelby's going."