A/N: A heads up some foul language coming up at the end of the chapter – the big F-bomb so the rating for this chapter is a stronger T.
A/N2: A shout out to my anonymous reviewer. Glad you liked it. Hope you like this chapter too. :)
Chapter 29
"In a shocking turn of events in the investigation of Martin Price and his mostly dead cohorts, the FBI announced the arrest of NYPD Detective Brian Cassidy. It seems before a failed suicide attempt, the witness in this case left a note telling the FBI just who was the man she received instructions from. The FBI has refused to comment on just what else links Detective Cassidy to the crimes but the silence from the NYPD speaks volumes…" the reporter continued on but Olivia didn't hear any of it. She had spewed her morning coffee all over the kitchen table with the announcement of the arrest of her former colleague. While she was trying to clean it up, her cell phone rang. Ignoring the mess she had left, she quickly picked it up.
"Benson," she answered.
"You saw the news then?" Elliot asked, knowing that despite being married for a few years now, she would slip up and answer the phone with her maiden name when flustered. It happened most often when she was dealing with the kids and getting everybody off to school.
"I did," she nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see her.
"Explains why the Chief of D's wanted us down at the precinct this morning too. He has closed the internal investigation and wants everyone at the squad back on duty right now," Elliot told her.
"That's good news but I don't understand how this happened," Olivia admitted.
"The FBI is not letting us anywhere near it considering that IAB wasn't even to be trusted. They confiscated Brian's computer, his cell phone, everything in his desk, and then they're heading over to his apartment. Tucker is beside himself for not seeing it," her husband explained.
"Ordinarily, I'd love seeing Tucker squirm but this doesn't make any sense," she said.
"Oh I hear you. Maybe Cassidy will explain himself so they'll go easy on him," Elliot shrugged.
"Maybe…" her thoughts drifted to the message that Martin Price had wanted to give her. Now she wondered just what the murderer wanted to say.
"Hey, I gotta go but I'll see you later tonight ok?" Elliot asked.
"Yes, of course. We'll have to celebrate you being back on the job," she said.
"Sounds great. Love you," he told her.
"Love you too," she smiled slightly and hung up. She then went about cleaning up the mess. Charlotte gurgled at her mother as she shut off the television.
"Baby girl there is something Mommy needs to do. Let's see if Mrs. Hannigan from down the hall is available for a little while," Olivia smiled and Charlotte smiled right back.
"I don't know what I did to deserve such a well behaved toddler," the former detective shook her head before dialing her neighbor.
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"Ma'am? Are you sure about this?" Corrections Officer David asked.
"Not really but I've been in a room with more dangerous psychopaths than this guy," she admitted.
"That's why I asked," he gave her a slight smile.
"Well I appreciate the concern but I'll beat him with my crutches if it comes to it," Olivia smiled.
"I'll be right outside," David said. She nodded and headed into the room where Martin Price was chained to the table.
"You're Olivia," he said. It wasn't a question, more of a statement.
"Yes and it took quite a bit for me to get down here so what message do you have for me?" Olivia wanted to know.
"She thought you were weak but I see the crutches don't hamper you as much as it looks like they do," Price smirked.
"They hamper plenty, trust me," she told him. She was beginning to wonder what message he could possibly have and why she wasted her time.
"As she lay dying, you know what she said to me?" Price asked. His tone was beginning to make her skin crawl. This man was definitely not as dumb as he behaved. Underneath that exterior there was a heart of a true psychopath.
"What message was I supposed to receive?" Olivia pushed.
"It was odd what she said to me when I found her. She said that she was the better fuck. As if she couldn't understand what had happened, as if being the better fuck meant something, meant she shouldn't have had to die. I suppose it was just her last synapses firing but now since the secret is out, I suppose it makes more sense for him to have killed her than me," Price shrugged.
To Be Continued…