Stabler and Benson walk in the station with a cup of Starbucks coffee and met Munch and Tutuola there. "P.S. 121 is where the mother, Holly worked. Why don't you guy's go check out the mom's patients. She's a social worker," Olivia suggested to Munch and Fin. "Something' to do," Munch said and Fin shrugged as they went to the car. "Captain!" Eliot said as Cragen came by his desk. Olivia and Eliot told Cragen about their trip to Dianna Wilmore's. "So, right now we have no suspects other than Granny?" Cragen added. "Munch and Fin are over at the P.S. 121 where Holly worked."
"I hate kids," Fin said. "As long as they don't get on my case, I'm fine but when they start up I just want to smack them." Munch chuckled as they went into the principal's office. A secretary shot her head up at the two of them. "How can I help you gentlemen?" she said. Her voice and smile fake and it was noticeable. "Hi, can we have a list of the kids Ms. Holly Wilmore was seeing?" Munch asked. The secretary's smile faded. "I'm afraid that information is not accessible to you…" They showed her their badges and she let out a long sigh. "Oh, in that case," she then pulled out a chart and skipped a few pages, skimming each one. "Ah, here we are. Holly Wilmore. Here's a list of the children and what classes they're in. I'll summon them down here so you can talk to them." Munch nodded his head with a quick 'thank you' and went to two chairs in a quiet room where the secretary led them. "Here we go," Fin sighed and then a door opened. A small girl appeared at the door. She looked nervous. "Hi," she said shyly and sat down. "I'm Lucy," she said. "Looks too small to be in the 12th grade," Munch whispered to Fin. "What grade you in hun?" he said. "I'm in 12th grade. Ms. Wilmore's my social worker. Or, was when I was in 7th grade. I didn't see her often. Only two or three times. I have to get back to my test now, if you'll excuse me..." she walked out, leaving the two detectives puzzled. "Next guy." They finally got through the first six kids, none of them regulars to Holly. "Six down, finally one to go," Fin said. "His name's Keith Sanders." A tall, Caucasian male that looked like he could run a gang came through the door. Handsome, probably popular and judging by his clothes, he had money. Fin looked disgusted. "What do you two want?" he rudely asked, looking them straight in the eye. "Why were you seein' a shrink Mr. Sanders?" Fin asked, just as rudely. "Couple a guys and me were chillin at a gas station. You know, havin a beer and some joint. Cops cought us and I was sent to Ms. Wilmore so she could help me 'improve myself'. You cops?" "From the Special Victim's Unit," Munch said. They showed Keith their badges. "So, how long were you seeing Ms. Wilmore?" Fin asked. "Every other day. Easy excuse to get outta math," Keith answered. "Do you remember seeing her at all in May?" Munch asked. "May…yeah. I remember 'cause I got in some more trouble. I got busted for smokin' in the bathroom," Keith answered. "What happened when she was shot Keith?" Fin asked. "What did I care? I didn't like her that much anyway. Didn't even go to the funeral," answered Keith. "Thanks for your time," Munch said. Just as Keith got up to walk away, Fin got up too. He grabed Keith's jacket. "You stay out of trouble. You're a good kid and you got people that care about you. These gangsters haven't done crap for you. Just move on man. You got your family and everyone else." "Yeah? Some family I got. My old man comes home drinkin every night. My mom doesn't give where I am and my brother just got out from Rikers. Everyone else can care less bout where I am or who I'm with," Keith said and walked out of the room. Fin had no words for what had happened.