A/N: Sorry for the late update readers. Last week was just next to impossible to get enough time to write. Hopefully, we're back on track now. :)
Chapter 7
Olivia got off the phone with Chief McGrath. He'd been less than pleased that their current main suspect lived not only outside their jurisdiction but outside their state. Still, he promised to call Boston and try and find out if they would pick up their suspect. Once he was in custody, Joe and Fin would head there to question him. It was a minimum of a five-hour drive and the Chief wasn't exactly keen on flying the two detectives out. Still Olivia pointed out that it would be cheaper since they would not need to book a hotel room for an overnight. The flight was just over an hour long.
Two hours later, her office phone rang, and Chief McGrath was on the other end. He informed Olivia that Fin and Joe were to be on the next flight to Boston, which was only an hour and a half from that moment. She thanked him and quickly hung up before exiting her office and telling Fin and Joe they had better get a move on. Their tickets were waiting at the ticketing agent at JFK Airport.
"I hope they make it," Amanda gave her a look after the two raced out of the bullpen.
"I hope so too. The Chief didn't even tell me if BPD had picked up our suspect. I just assumed since there were plane tickets," Olivia told her.
"So now what?" The blonde asked.
"We press forensics. Talking to Mr. Davidson isn't going to be enough to scare him into a confession," Olivia said.
"Agreed. You really think that he flew from Boston, killed her, and then went home?" Amanda was skeptical but weirder things had happened.
"Seems sloppy for a hitman plus what hitman uses a knife? If she was going to be killed by a professional, they would have just shot her on the street or in her doorway. Same token, if Christine knew it was Derek, wouldn't that have made her extra angry? Unless he somehow got lucky and the first stab wound was the one that nicked her spinal cord. Her lack of defending herself has me wondering. Maybe the large knife was enough. Her keys were still in the door, so the only weapon she had was herself. You and I both know that fists are not much against a knife, the size that Melinda described, especially if you aren't trained in self-defense," the Captain just couldn't figure it out, but she knew that there was just one piece of the puzzle they needed to point them in the right direction.
"You driving, or am I?" Amanda wanted to know.
"I'll get my keys," Olivia said before ducking back into her office. She grabbed what she needed and her cell phone rang as she exited the room.
"Benson," she answered it.
"It's Elliot," came the reply.
"El, I'm heading to forensics. Can we talk later?" Olivia wanted to know.
"I'm afraid not. Your forensics ties into my case," he admitted.
"What case are you working?" She was confused.
"Not over the phone. Can you guys come down to OCCB?" Elliot asked.
"On our way," with that she ended the call. Amanda was staring at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Seems our case has caught the attention of OCCB. We have to make a detour," her commanding officer explained.
"Unless Derek Davidson is on their radar, we could be in big trouble," the blonde said.
"Elliot wouldn't give me specifics over the phone. Maybe some of those prints they were running in Christine's apartment came back to someone we never would have seen coming," Olivia shrugged as they headed for the elevator.
"What's the chances she knew someone who has the attention of OCCB but gets killed by someone else?" Amanda asked as the elevator headed for the ground floor.
"Oh, that I wouldn't even hazard a guess," the Captain admitted.
To Be Continued…
