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Chapter 6

Olivia was sat at her desk at the precinct. Today was Richard's day with the children and she was counting down the hours till he left the house to drive two hours to his Mother's home. It meant while they were visiting her she could have the house to herself to do some investigating. She really wanted to search Richard's bedroom. She was praying she would find something, anything, in there but something that would take her in the direction towards ending this case. God she couldn't wait for it to be over.

"The folder you said you found that he was keeping on all the wives now makes more sense. We spoke to Richard's first wife's mother and she said that her daughter told her she was sure she was being stalked." Amaro said.

"When did this happen?" Olivia asked.

"We talked to her last night." Fin said.

Olivia couldn't help but feel left out, surely this was information she should have been told earlier.

"It could explain the rape and then murder of the second wife." Munch said.

"She was raped and murdered a whole three weeks later." Rollins reminded them all. "She said she never saw her rapist. They were wearing a black ski mask. No one saw who was driving the car she was shot from so we have no idea if it could have even been the same person."

"She was killed in Chicago. What's to say the person who raped her is the one who killed her?" Olivia said.

"She said it was only because the gardener arrived that her rapist ran off. If they hadn't been disturbed I think she would have been murdered that day too." Rollins said.

"Maybe, but maybe Richard wanted it to go down that way. Make it look different to the first murder so we wouldn't suspect him." Amaro said as he and Olivia quickly glanced at each other.

"That backfired, even more so when his third wife met the same fate." Munch said.

Olivia barely heard the others conversation. She knew the hatred that came behind a sexual assault, she'd witnessed it first hand and Richard just didn't have that hatred. He couldn't even grab her hard in a moment of pure anger.

"You're living with the guy, Liv, would you say he's a cold blooded murder?" Munch asked in his usual casual way, distracting her from her thoughts.

Olivia pushed herself up and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. "I suppose I best get home and work that one out." she said before she turned on her heels and left them all to carry on their conversation.

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Olivia sat waiting in her car down the road until she saw Richard and the children leave the house. Once they had turned out of the street she got out of the car and headed into the house. She threw her bag down in the hall and walked over to Richard's study. She wasn't totally surprised to find it locked. She turned and made her way up the stairs, straight towards Richard's bedroom.

She crept in and shut the door behind her. Where to start? she thought to herself. She crept over to the first of two bedside cabinets and began going through them. She was being as quiet as possible even though she knew she was alone in the house.

The cupboard offered her nothing so she moved to the next one, again nothing. She searched through some more drawers and found nothing of interest. She then walked over to the closet and began searching through that. She pushed a black suit jacket across the rail and heard a 'jingling' sound. She reached into the pockets and found a small bunch of keys.

She took the keys and headed straight for Richard's study and found they were the ones she needed to unlock it. She pushed the door open and walked in. She began searching through cupboards and drawers and was becoming annoyed that she was finding nothing, not a thing.

She took a step into the middle of the room and looked at the keys in her hand and noticed the small key that was on it. She walked over to the desk and looked down at the top drawer. She put the small key in it and turned it. Jackpot!

She pulled the now unlocked drawer open and immediately saw the handle of a hunting style knife, she could see it was bagged and she could see there was a smudged bloodied fingerprint on it. "Son-of-a-bitch!" she muttered.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone, after only a few minutes Amaro answered. "Hey, it's me. I think I found everything we need on Richard."

"I'll be right there!" he told her.

"See you soon." she replied sadly as she hung up.

She pulled a tissue out of the box on Richard's desk and then lifted the bagged up knife out of the drawer. She put it down on the desk and then reached into the other drawer to pull out the folder. She began looking through it, more thoroughly than she had the first time. It was only now she noticed the page about herself. It was her CV from the agency she had supposedly come from and some other stuff. It made her feel sick.

She put the folder down on the desk and was about to take another look at the knife when she heard the front door open. "Shit!" she cursed as she grabbed the folder and the bag. She made a dash towards the door but before she had time to run through it, Richard appeared.

Olivia stood there frozen to the spot. She saw him look at the items in her hand. "What are you doing in here?" he asked her.

Olivia didn't answer him, she was thinking about reading him his rights, blowing her cover, but she wasn't sure if it was too early for that yet.

"I asked you what you're doing in here?" he said as he stepped closer to her. "How did you even get in here?" he asked.

"Richard, stay away from me!" she warned him as she took a step back.

"Where is that knife from?" he asked.

She looked at him, shocked. "I found it in your desk, you wanna explain it?"

"I have no idea how it got there, I've never even seen it before!" he said.

"It's was in your desk drawer, the one that was locked!"

"If it was locked how did you get into it?" he asked.

"Answer my question!" she yelled at him.

"You're not answering mine!" he yelled back at her.

"FREEZE!" Amaro yelled form behind Richard. Richard held his arms up in the air and slowly turned to face Amaro. "Get on your knees!" Amaro told him.

Again Richard did as he was told, Olivia just watched in silence, watched as Amaro cuffed him. Suddenly two officers appeared in the room. She then watched as they dragged Richard out. It was only when Amaro stepped in front of her that she seemed to come out of the daze she had been falling into.

"You okay?" he asked her.

She just nodded and asked, "How did you get here so quick?"

"I was kinda already here, I followed you from the precinct." he confessed.

"I'm gonna take him in. You coming?" he asked.

"No, I need to stay here, keep looking around." she decided, she wasn't ready to face Richard in an interrogation room yet.

"Okay. I'll send Rollins and Fin by to help out."

Olivia nodded and said, "Thanks."

She handed over the folder and the knife and watched as Amaro walked out. She stepped back until her ass hit the desk, she leant against it, her head spinning. How could I have been so wrong? She thought to herself.

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Amaro shoved Richard into the back of his car, reading him his rights despite Richard's protests.

The two officers ran over to him just as he slammed the door shut on Richard. "We got a call about a domestic abuse, we're the nearest to respond!" one told him.

Amaro looked up at the house, he really didn't want to leave Olivia alone but he had little choice. "Okay, go!" he said as he pulled his cell phone out and rang Fin. "Fin can you come watch Liv's back? I gotta get this scum to the precinct."

Fin agreed, leaving Amaro feeling a little better as he pulled away. Not noticing the dark coloured car that was parked down the street, or the person who sat watching the house that they now knew had only one person in it. "Perfect…" Martin muttered to himself before he climbed out of his car and headed towards the house.

TBC

A cruel cliffhanger or what? So how many thought Martin was the one? Sorry this chapter is short, the next is much much longer.

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