All of the pieces fall into place. He closes the file, and prepares himself to go into the room. How she could restrain herself, was not something he could understand. He makes his way into the interview room. He closes the door behind him. He hands Liv the file. He walks over to the table, and shoves it out of the way. Nothing stands between him, and Elijah Keller. His nostrils flare, and he clenches his fist. His jaw tightens, and he stares a monster in the eye.

"So you get off on raping, and beating, and killing women?"

Elijah doesn't answer.

"Tell me what happened, seventeen years ago."

"You have the file Detective, why don't you tell me?"

Elliot stares at the man. He didn't look like a monster. He was an attractive man. Sandy blonde hair, big blue eyes, a nice toothy smile. He was tall, muscular. He was someone women gave a second glance. Beneath it all was a monster. Beneath the charm, and the good looks was a black, lifeless, soul.

"You're right, I have read the file. I know what happened."

"You do?"

"It was late January, nineteen ninety three. You were at a bar. You had been noticed by several women, but there was only one you were interested in. She didn't seem to even notice you, and that made you angry. So you walked up to her, and offered to buy her a drink. It was getting late, and she was on vacation, so she agreed. What she didn't know is that your family had money, you had a lot of resources at your disposal. You had the bartender in your pocket. You had him slip her something, in her drink. She wasn't feeling very good, so she agreed to let you drive her back to the condo she was staying in. Not long after you got to the condo, she passed out. When she came to, you had her tied to the bed.
She was not going to be a victim. She fought you. You weren't used to your victims fighting you so much. You hit her head, with a lamp, and she lost consciousness. You raped her. But before you could leave, she woke up. She fought, and you fought back. She managed to get loose. You tripped her. She got back up. You kicked her, she kept going. You ripped her earring out. It didn't stop her. You had finally met your match.
You wrapped your hands around her neck, and shoved her against a wall. You punched her, in the face, four times. Once to the eye, once to the cheek bone, once to the nose, once to the lip. She couldn't breathe, so you let go. You thought that she would give up, but she caught her breath, and she tried to get away. She tried to run. You pushed her into a coffee table. She was bleeding, she hit her head, and she passed out.
You thought that she was dead, and you felt powerful. It made you want more. You enjoyed torturing her. You enjoyed killing, but she wasn't dead. You thought she was dead. Until a few months ago. A few months ago, you found out the truth. She wasn't dead. She was alive. So you had to make the evidence disappear, all of it."

"This is a very compelling story, but none of it is true," Elijah replies.

"Yes it is," Elliot argues.

"How are you going to prove it?"

"I have all the facts, right there, in that file. You found out that there was something you didn't know. Something, someone who could put the nail in your coffin. A seventeen year old. A seventeen year old, with half of your DNA. She could prove it, even if most of the evidence was gone. She could prove that you raped her biological mother, and tried to kill her. There was no arguing with that. She was real, she was alive, and you couldn't stop it. You were finally going to go away, for a long time. So you decided that the only way to keep that from happening, was to kill her. To silence her. To make her disappear, so that no one could find her. No one could ever know the truth."

"Did Detective Benson tell you all of this?"

"Detective Benson? She didn't tell me anything. I read the file. I saw the pictures. I read the lab reports. I have seen all of the evidence. I know that you're guilty. I know that you are not going to get off the hook. You are going to go to prison for the rest of your life. She wasn't your first, and she wasn't your last. You have killed fifteen. If you had it your way, it would be seventeen. You learned how not to leave any evidence behind, how to keep from getting caught, but you made a couple very big mistakes."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Committing crimes in states with no statues of limitations, and by choosing the wrong woman to try, and kill. You tried to kill a cop. Juries, do not like that. Juries see someone trying to threaten the people sworn to protect them, their blood boils."

"You are bluffing."

Elliot returns the table to the center of the room. He grabs the file from Liv. He thumbs through it. He pulls out the last picture. He slams it on the table.

"Does that look like a bluff? Does it?"

Elijah stares at the picture in silence. Elliot watches him. He points to his face, "That looks like guilt, to me."

"I want a lawyer."

"Good luck, with finding one. I doubt that you can find a lawyer who will touch you."

"Like you said Detective Stabler, I have a lot of resources."

"You shouldn't waste them," Elliot warns.

"I am done talking."

"You haven't done any talking. I haven't asked any questions. Have I?"

"I want a lawyer," he repeats.

"It pisses you off, doesn't it? That she walked away. That she lived? That she couldn't end the life that a monster like you created? You were just trying to do her a favor? Huh? Do what she couldn't do, eighteen years ago. Take the life, that no one wanted to exist?"

"She's a bitch. She should have aborted that baby. Seventeen years later... I am a free man, and... that kid pops up, and starts asking all sorts of questions. I couldn't let her put me away."

"You put yourself away."

"I will never spend a day in prison. They will never convict me."

"Have you seen these pictures?"

"I am sure that my lawyer will have your case thrown out. You had no reason to arrest me. I wasn't breaking any laws."

Elliot turns and looks at Olivia, "Did you read him his rights? Did Fin?"

"No one ever said that he was under arrest. Detective Tutola simply brought him in for questioning, on an unrelated matter. He witnessed a mugging the other day," Olivia answers.

"So I get to the pleasure, of arresting the bastard?"

"Yes," Olivia nods.

Elliot looks at the man on the other side of the table.

"You thought that you had gotten away with it, didn't you?"

He looks past Elliot, at Olivia. "I never thought I'd see her again, in this lifetime."

"I think you'll be seeing a lot of her, at your trial."

"You think they'll put her on the stand? If they do, they will tear her apart."

"She can handle it," Elliot points to the picture on the table, "If she survived that, I think she can handle whatever lies your lawyer comes up with."