Chapter 8
Needless to say, wrangling Kathy was not easy. Munch and Fin tried to convince her that there was nothing going on between the partners but she refused to hear it. Elliot walked into the interrogation room, incredibly hot under the collar. His boss had just benched him and he was in no mood. Munch and Fin moved out of the interrogation room but didn't go far, afraid that the two might get into a fight that was more than verbal.
"So is this what your marriages looked like?" Fin asked.
"None of them had the stones to confront me at the job," Munch shook his head watching the two bicker. Their marriage had indeed soured and there was no way back.
"Guys! We got a call! Our killer might be at it again!" Olivia shouted from the squad room. Fin pounded on the glass of the one way mirror and then the two headed out from the hallway where the interrogation rooms were located.
"What's going on?" Munch wanted to know.
"Girl abducted near Times Square. Not far from our falafel bar and first body dump," Olivia was pulling on her coat.
"A Pro?" Fin asked.
"Probably. Mr. El-Amin called it in. Said that there was a commotion out by his dumpster again and when he went out there to confront the hoodlums he found a woman being pulled into a car out at the street. He's barricaded himself inside the restaurant hoping whoever it was didn't see him," Olivia explained as she headed for the doors to the elevators. Munch and Fin were on her heels.
"Get the local precinct involved?" Fin inquired.
"They're on their way along with CSU. There is a BOLO for the car based on Mr. El-Amin's description," Olivia told them as they entered the elevators.
"Does it look like Mrs. Scarlotti's green Toyota?" Munch wondered as the elevator doors opened.
"Nope. Beige Honda with Jersey plates," she replied.
"We could have been looking at the wrong side of the river," Fin groaned as they all piled into the unmarked standard issue sedan.
"Could be. I called up TARU to see if they could get the names of freezer places over there," Olivia sighed as Munch pulled away from the curb, lights and sirens blaring.
"Well hopefully we can figure this out before this poor kid winds up like the others. How's your face?" Fin asked.
"How does it look?" Olivia asked.
"Like you were standing out in the cold too long. Good thing we're heading to a crime scene or you'd have to try and hide the red marks," he was brutally honest.
"I knew things were bad with them but I guess I didn't realize how bad," she shook her head.
"Hey, nothing you can do. We're all going to have to ride it out while Elliot works out his frustration. We just have to make sure he doesn't use our suspect's face as relief," Fin said. She nodded. They all knew that sometimes the line between interrogation and violating civil rights was thin.
"Let's just solve this case as quickly as possible. The sooner we do that, the sooner we don't have a crazy person chasing women around Manhattan and crazy women rushing into our precinct looking for trouble," Munch said as he picked his way through traffic.
"Snowball's chance in hell," Fin chuckled and they understood what he meant. Lately it seemed that one crazy popped up after another and there was no way of stopping what felt like a rising tide. Along with my chances with Elliot, a little voice in the back of Olivia's head said.
To Be Continued…