A/N: Sorry about confusion. This is the real chapter 6. I accidentally posted the next chapter first. :P. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
"She said he has a tattoo on is right arm," Olivia said, leaning against her desk. "A heart with a dagger in it."
"How original," Munch said.
"Where is Georgie now," Cragen asked.
"At school," Olivia said, "She isn't ready to return to her dorm, so she's staying with me tonight. Said she didn't want to think about it. I've been trying to get her to talk to me."
"Alright," Cragen said, "What other leads do we have?"
"We talked to Mr. dePasquale," Elliot said, "He claims that he was in his trailer around the time of the murder. We checked with the guard. He didn't leave the lot until 2:00am."
"Stephen Parks was at work," Olivia said, "We called. His employers corroborated the story."
"What about the daughter," Cragen asked. "You think she had anything to do with this?"
"Not that she's told me," Olivia said. "Just the tattoo." Her phone rang and she picked it up, walking away from the group.
"So, we've got nothing else," Cragen said.
"Not exactly," Olivia said, hanging up her phone, "They found a print on the knife. Probably touched it before getting on the glove. It matches a Andrew Walker. He lives six blocks from Georgie's school. Arrested in '92 for assault."
"Let's go," Elliot said, shrugging on his jacket.
"Open up, NYPD," Elliot shouted, banging on the door.
He heard the chain slide and the door opened, a scraggly man looking up at them. "Andrew Walker," Olivia asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"You are under arrest for the rape and assault on Georgiana Michaels," Olivia said, walking up behind him. "You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney."
"Man, I didn't do nothing," he said, struggling against her. Elliot slammed him against the wall, cuffing him. "I don't know what bitch your talking about it!"
"Yeah, well if you know anything, you'll keep your mouth shut," Elliot said, shoving him down the hall.
Elliot leaned against wall, studying the man sitting at the table. "Why'd you do it," Elliot asked, keeping his voice steady.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"She's fifteen years old," Olivia said. "You broke into her dorm room and raped her. She identified you by the tattoo on your room."
"Lotsa people got this design," he said, shrugging. The tattoo was visible on his forearm.
"Yeah," Elliott said, "But lotsa people don't have your finger prints." The perp looked up at him, his dark eyes wide. "Why'd you do it?"
"Some guy wanted me to rough her up some. You know, scare her some," he finally said.
"What guy was that," Olivia asked.
"He didn't give his name," Andrew said. "His voice sounded funny. Like a kid's."
"He masked his voice," Elliot said, rubbing his face.
"Said he'd give me five thousand for scaring the kid," Andrew said. "He was gonna leave it at some McDonald's on the lower West Side."
"Did he tell you to rape her," Olivia asked.
"Nah," he said, "But, I couldn't help it. She's a pretty girl. Kinda like you." Olivia felt her stomach lurch as he leered at her, winking slightly. She pushed herself away from the table and exited the room.
"That good enough," she asked Alex, who had been watching behind the glass with Cragen.
"Yeah," she said, "I'll get the paperwork filed for the trial." Olivia nodded, arms crossed as she watched the attorney leave.
"You okay," Cragen asked. He had heard what the perp said to her.
"Yeah," Olivia said, "I'm going to go get Georgie. Let her know we caught the guy." He nodded, watching her leave.
