A/N: Sorry this is late everyone. Things have been crazy at work and I've not had time for writing. However, things are looking up to get back on schedule. ;) Thanks!

Chapter 29

"See you were lying to us Kevin. Turns out you knew exactly what Linda and your buddy were up to," Munch said to the man across the from the table. The meeting in Cabot's office was just beginning.

"I wasn't lying!" Kevin objected.

"Oh, but you were. See we talked to Stephanie and she told us everything. Your face brought all those terrible things to the surface. Despite her mental difficulties, I bet I can get her to testify in the grand jury. Once she does that, well it's all downhill for you, my friend. So, if you want to avoid spending the rest of your life in jail, labeled as a pedophile, I suggest you start talking. Convince me I shouldn't blast your name and picture all over the evening news," Cabot spoke up.

"You can't do that," Kevin's court-appointed lawyer, Julien Stratton, protested.

"I can and I will if he doesn't give me the name of his friend. Give me a better target Kevin and maybe, just maybe, you won't spend your time in prison with a pedophile label, the ADA was not in the mood to play games. Stratton knew that if Kevin refused to give up his friend that he wouldn't last long in prison. The pedophile label put a target on prisoner's backs. While technically Stephanie was not a child, meaning pedophile was not entirely accurate, mentally she was. Inmates wouldn't make the distinction – once the word was out, there was no taking it back.

"Kevin, I told you this once, now you really need to listen to me. Tell them everything, do not leave anything out. Not a thing. I can't help you if you won't be honest," the lawyer told him. The look on Kevin's face… there was still hesitation.

"All right, this meeting is over. Detectives, please make sure you book him under the new charges. On top of the attempted kidnapping and attempted murder, we'll be charging with the rape of a mentally handicapped person, multiple counts which will be determined once we crack that flash drive," Alex stood up from her seat. Fin and Munch followed suit which made Kevin start sweating.

"Ok, ok," the man said.

"Ok what Kevin? I need a name. I need you to testify against him and Linda. You do that, and maybe you get out in twenty years instead of never," Cabot was driving a hard bargain. After the two detectives had filled her in, prior to the meeting, she had fought to keep her breakfast and coffee down. Now she was fighting the urge to reach across the table and beat the crap out of the worm of a man in front of her.

"I need protection. You don't know him like I do. Linda hasn't talked, has she? Because she knows how crazy he can get," Kevin said.

"Where'd you met this crazy guy?" Fin wanted to know.

"We met in the bar. Went to watch the Mets game and we bonded over how much they suck and how dumb we are every season, thinking it'll be different than the last one. One time he came in and had tickets to a game. We had a good time. We'd meet up every few weeks at the bar and then one day, he asked me if I'd be interested in some no strings attached fun. I was confused at first but then he said that he knew some ladies that would be willing to play. That's how I met Linda," the defendant explained.

"What is his name?" Munch pressed.

"Peter. Peter Bell," the name passed through his lips and he practically collapsed onto the table. Munch and Fin did not know that name but the look on Alex's face told the detectives she knew something they didn't.

To Be Continued…