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Chapter Twenty-Three – Cure For The Itch

When her phone rang in the morning, Olivia had already been awake for two hours. With Peter and the shower and Etta already shuttled off to Rachel's, Olivia had been going over the interviews from the day before.

"Dunham."

"Hey Olivia, its Heather."

"Hi. What's the news?"

"I found Melanie Gruit. I had to use some of Reece's contacts."

Olivia smiled slightly.

"What did that cost you?"

"You don't want to know."

"So what did you learn?"

"Melanie is single and lives here in the city. She never married or had kids."

"Hardly surprising."

"I know."

"What about Leonard and Nixon?"

"Both bad news. Done for battery and rape, each with multiple charges. In fact, they are suspects in more than one murder. But I don't think either of them have anything to do with this."

Olivia sipped at her coffee, toying with the other half of her savoury muffin.

"How so?"

"These guys are big on the before but not the after. Neither of them seem to have the capacity to pull this off. Evil, yes but not the guys we are looking for."

"So do you think it's worth interviewing them?"

"You can put it on the list of things to do but near the bottom. I had a thought about Rayne and the scar that you mentioned."

"And?"

"Well, it had to be somewhere that she could feel, right?"

"Yeah."

"So that means it would have to be on his face, arms or hands."

"That's true."

"It was just a thought. Anyway, when are you coming in?"

"Soon. Just waiting for Peter to get out of the shower and then I'll be in. Peter's off to a strip club today."

Heather snorted.

"What?"

"That latest body with the tattoo? We managed to track down her last work place, some strip club called Rotation."

"I'm sure he protested."

Olivia chuckled.

"Yup, I had to twist his arm on that one. I actually feel sorry for the strippers."

"How so?"

"Peter Bishop is a dangerous man when he pulls out the charm. I almost forgot. We had a visitor last night."

"Who?"

"Mike Cullen. He was sitting outside our house."

Heather gasped.

"What?!"

"Not Peter's reaction."

"What did Peter do?"

Olivia sighed.

"Not something he's proud of. He lost his temper and ended up with a split lip and a bloody nose."

"Ignore the lack of professionalism, but please tell me that Cullen feared far worse."

"He did."

"Good."

"So, I'll see you in about an hour?"

"I'll have a coffee waiting."

Olivia ended the call and finished off her coffee, abandoning the muffin and heading upstairs to finish getting ready.

When she arrived at Heather's office, she paused at the door when she heard voices inside. She knocked lightly and waited for a response.

"Come in."

Olivia pushed open the door, pausing as she took in the dishevelled state of Heather and Reece. She grinned as Reece tried to fix his hair while tucking in his shirt.

"Hi Reece."

"Morning Olivia. I was just…we were….."

Olivia held up her hand.

"I don't need details."

Reece gave Heather a quick kiss on the cheek, offering Olivia a grin as he left. Olivia turned back to Heather.

"Was that part of the cost for finding Melanie Gruit?"

"No. It was part of this."

Heather held up her left hand, flashing Olivia the diamond ring on her finger. Olivia moved around the desk and pulled Heather into a hug.

"Congratulations. When did he ask?"

"Last night over red wine and leftover Indian."

"Sounds about right."

Heather shrugged.

"It was oddly romantic actually. But we'll do the girl chat later. I called Melanie Gruit and told her that we needed to talk to her about her rape."

"So at least she's expecting us."

"Yeah but she's not happy about it. Not that I blame her. After all these years of trying to forget-"

"He wins again by forcing her to remember."

Heather sighed as she gathered her handbag before offering Olivia a tall Styrofoam cup of coffee.

"As promised. Let's get to work."

Melanie was a small woman, barely reaching Olivia's chest. But the shadows of ghosts were there in her green eyes, the same that haunted Rayne, that haunted Olivia. It was hardly surprising considering she was just thirteen when she had been violated. And despite the fact that Heather said that Melanie had never married or had children, there were pictures of children all over the walls. Melanie caught Olivia's interested look at the pictures and she smiled softly.

"My nieces and nephews. I adore those kids. I have twelve in total."

Olivia smiled back.

"Wow, that's impressive."

Melanie shrugged.

"With four brothers, it's hardly surprising."

The conversation had barely even started but the room was filling with the nervous energy that came off Melanie in waves. She kept rubbing her hands together and glancing around the room, as if waiting for someone to come bursting through the door.

"Agent Fogleigh explained why we are here, didn't she?"

"Some."

"Well, how about you take a seat and we can give you a better one."

Melanie glanced towards the small kitchen.

"I should make some tea or something."

Heather smiled softly.

"I can do that if you like."

Melanie nodded slightly.

"Ok. The mugs are in the cupboard above the sink."

Heather slipped into the kitchen and Melanie took a seat, her back stiff.

"So why?"

"We have evidence to suggest that Alfonso Cutler wasn't working alone."

Melanie frowned.

"It's been a long time. What does this have to do with me?"

"You and one other girl are the only people we can find who survived the attacks."

"Oh."

Olivia took a deep breathe, licked her lips and pushed the words from her mouth.

"Was Cutler the only one who raped you?"

Melanie shook her head.

"I can't be sure. I was knocked out. I told the police all of this when it happened."

"You were thirteen, Melanie. You were scared and hurt. Surely there are things you can remember better now than back then. Did Cutler hang out with anyone at the camp?"

Melanie frowned as she thought, her fingers coming to rest in her dull, blonde hair, twirling a strand around.

"I think so."

"Who?"

"I only knew his first name."

"What was it?"

"Jeremiah. They were joined at the hip. I thought I heard him before it all started, he was yelling at Alfonso about something."

She heard a slight gasp coming from Heather in the kitchen, turning to find Heather frozen in the middle of pouring hot water into the mugs. Heather put the kettle down and came to kneel in front of Melanie.

"Was his name Jeremiah Brookes?"

Melanie frowned.

"I can't be sure. I was only thirteen. But it could be. Why?"

"I think I know the name."

"That's good right?"

Heather smiled as she stood.

"Very."

Heather moved back into the kitchen and Olivia turned her attention back to Melanie.

"Your family pressed charges but nothing really happened, did it?"

"He went to a juvenile facility for a couple of years but not much else. My brothers and my father, they were furious when he finally got out."

Olivia frowned. This was new.

"What did they do?"

"I told them not to."

"Melanie, what did they do?"

"They found Cutler. They almost killed him."