"I don't know what you expect me to do!" Olivia snapped at her boss, angry and impatient that she couldn't be a real part of this case. The only thing she had been instructed was something she hadn't been trained to do, the one thing she was worried she wouldn't be able to do; get her daughter to open up to her and get her on their side.
"At least try to talk to her, see if you can make her talk about what Gregory is really like as a boyfriend. Ask if she has had any contact with Lowell in the time her and Harris have been together." he suggested, Liv rolled her eyes, not because she thought the idea stupid but because she hoped to god she could actually do it. Questioning perps was easy, interviewing witnesses was even easier, all she had to do was get into their heads and pull whatever was in there back out. Getting Danielle to talk wasn't the same. Every time she asked the 18 year old a question or even came close to interrogating her Olivia felt a rush of guilt. How could she justify requiring her daughters help when for 18 years she had given her nothing? Danielle owed her nothing, she knew that more than she knew anything but somehow; for her own sanity of feeling like she was putting something into this case and for the rest of her team, she would need to put that feeling of guilt aside.
Munch stood in Melindas lab after receiving a call saying that she had something new for him to look at. In any normal situation it would be Liv that would get the call, but today Fin and Munch were the lucky duo.
"New evidence was found at the scene" she spoke simply, pulling a bag from a shelf to her left.
"Now?" Fin asked in shock, it was odd that this long after the murder they would find anything new to add to their investigation.
"Now." she repeated as an affirmative. "A key that we can identify used to unlock cells at Sealview prison" she told them in a 'well isn't that a coincidence' tone and raising her eyebrows.
"Prints?" Munch checked, Melinda shook her head.
"Partial, but nothing enough to match anything on the database.
"Do we really need prints after all this?!" Fin questioned, certain they could get him for this.
They were all thinking the same thing. Harris was connected to Danielle's mysterious 'gifts' and now this? If it were any other murder, without Danielle's ID being involved then they could think differently, but it wasn't another murder and all they wanted was for their partners daughter to be safe. "Let's bring him in"
"Where were you on the night Louise Raymont was murdered?" Fin growled. Asking that question made it feel like they were back at the beginning of the case. They thought days ago that one of those men that they had questioned would have a court date by now, that one of them would have been their killer.
"Working" was all the sorry excuse for a man replied. Fin sucked his lips in, having to control every muscle in his body and betray every thought and need in him not to beat the man to the floor.
"So how come your keys were found at the crime scene?" They didn't know that that was the truth, but for now it was all they could use to make him talk. Fin had to do everything he could.
"My keys? Keys for what exactly? Car keys? House keys? Work keys?..."
"Jackpot" Fin interrupted at his last guest, but was stopped when Lowell stood up momentarily and plunged his hand into his back pocket.
"These work keys?" he held out a bunch of what did indeed look like cell keys, they were bulky and heavy enough to be anyway.
"You're telling me you only have access to one set of cell keys?" Munch pressed, finding it hard to believe. In the office the detectives were able to swap and change keys when they felt like it, the trust between them was as strong as a tight knot family though. Could the same thing really be said for a group of prison guards?
"Each guard is issued one set of main cell keys. 10 keys open 50 cells, 2 offices, showers, toilets and night rooms. To get another set I'd have to sign for it. Check if I have" he challenged them, they would check but they wouldn't let him think they even considered believing him.
"Okay so they weren't your keys..." Fine humoured him for a moment. "How about the prints on these photos? They 'not yours' too huh?" he said sarcastically and dropped the photos found by Danielle onto the table in front of Harris.
The prison guard looked over them for a second then smiled lightly, to which Fin swiftly and sharply swiped the photos off of the table and onto the floor.
"Ah Kat...I mean Olivia" he said and winked with an evil smile. "Almost huh?" he chuckled.
"It's Detective Benson to you, dirt bag and if I see you wink at me again I'll take your eyelids off with a rusty pen knife you hear me?" he growled. Harris sat back in his chair, almost casually.
"That's a lot of rage you have there Detective Tutuola. You should learn to let some of that rage out on people who deserve it" he told him, both men knew what he meant but weren't going to rise to it.
"The photos Harris. Your fingerprints. Please tell us how both of those things ended up in the apartment of your sons girlfriend." Munch spelt it out for him.
"Oh Danielle, lovely girl isn't she...takes after her mother"
"You need to pipe down Harris and tell us about the photos" Fin was getting impatient. The longer he stood in a room with that horrid man the clearer his memory of Olivia tied up in that basement, beaten and bruised and having endured god knows what before he got there, was.
"Yeah I took them, I printed them too, but I didn't put them in that girls house and I didn't kill anyone!" he insisted, his voice and his son's were so similar; both just as slimy.
Fin leaned down so his face was inches away from Lowells.
"I think you're lying"