Back at the station, Olivia and Eliot were trying to find some more information. "Thank you…" Olivia said on the phone and began to write something down on a piece of paper. "Ok. No prob." She hung up her phone and grabbed her coat. "Tutuola and Munch found the Grandma. 32nd street on the east side. She doesn't know we're coming so she may not be home."
The apartment building was in pretty bad condition. It looked pretty poor. They went up to room 63. "Can you please open up? It's the police." Stabler said after knocking at the door. After a minute or so, a short elderly woman appeared at the doorway. Benson and Stabler gave their names and showed her their badges. She led them in. They found out her name from Christina's birth certificate. "Are you Dianna Wilmore?" asked Benson. "Yes. Why are you two here? Is this about Christina?" Mrs. Wilmore asked. "Yes, this is about your granddaughter Christina. And we're here to ask you a couple of questions." Stabler said. "Oh. Well, ask a way. I just put the water on. Would you like some tea?" "Sure." Said Benson. "I'll help you." She motioned to Eliot to take a look around the apartment then followed Mrs. Wilmore into the kitchen. "So, Mrs. Wilmore, where do you work?" she asked. Mrs. Wilmore was getting two mugs out of the kitchen. Olivia looked around for a minute. The kitchen was spotless. Everything matched, from the mugs to the placemats. There wasn't a speck of dust on anything and not one dish in the sink. "Oh, please call me Dianna." Dianna replied with a smile. "I have no time to work, not with Christina. When she's at school, sometimes I'll offer to baby-sit for one of the kids next door for a couple of extra dollars." Benson took the mug filled with tea Dianna handed her. "Christina, mentioned to Eliot and I that her mother past away. Is that true?" Dianna sipped her tea slowly and sighed. Her smiled faded. "Yes. She was shot, just like Christina. Christina was about one then, still in the crib. Holly, that was her mother…Holly came home from work one night, around five. Christina was at my house because when Bill, who was her father, ran off to be with some other women, I've been taking care of Christina in the day. She was walking to the door of my building and she was just shot. I ran outside and called the police, but there was no evidence. They said my daughter was caught in the crossfire but I can prove now with Christina shot otherwise." Olivia studied Dianna for a second." "Dianna, where'd your daughter work?" "Oh, Holly was a school social worker. She got here around five pm because she'd always stay late to finish up paper work." Olivia took another sip of tea. "Do you know which school?" Dianna sighed. "I think it was… well, I don't remember the name but it was the one closest to here. It's about two blocks away. Just then, Eliot came in. "Thank you for the tea and all the help, Dianna and we'll be in touch," Benson said with a smile. They were just headed out the door when Dianna exclaimed, "Wait! I think you'll need this." She handed Benson a stack of letters. "They were to Holly, from Christina's father. Holly never let me read them but judging by her attitude when she'd open them I'm guessing they're bad." "Thank you, we'll let you know all about them," Stabler added and then followed Olivia out the door.