Chapter 7
New York City
Rollins arrived at an apartment in Greenwich Village and knocked on the door.
"Constance Harietti?" Rollins said. "It's Detective Amanda Rollins from the Special Victims Unit."
A young woman opened the door. Rollins saw she had been crying.
"Are you Constance Harietti?" Rollins asked.
The woman nodded.
"I need to ask you a few questions," Rollins said. "Can I come in?"
Rollins and Constance sat on the couch while Rollins showed Constance the sketch.
"Do you recognize this man?" Rollins asked.
Constance gasped.
"Yes!" Constance shouted. "That's Charles Stone! I used to work for him in California until…"
"Until what?" Rollins asked.
"He tried to rape me," Constance replied. "I pepper sprayed him."
"Did you report it?" Rollins asked.
"Yes," Constance replied. "The police did nothing, but I was granted a restraining order. Do you think he's the one who killed my sisters?"
"He's our prime suspect," Rollins replied.
San Jose, California
Charles Stone was in the middle of a presentation with potential investors at his office.
"So in conclusion," Charles said. "Investing in this company is also investing in the future."
Benson and Clark entered the office.
"That is one of the cheesiest pitches I've ever heard," Benson said.
"Excuse me," Charles said. "Who the hell are you?"
"Olivia Benson from the NYPD Special Victims Unit," Benson replied. "And this is Detective Max Clark from the San Jose Special Victims Unit. Charles Stone, you are under arrest for the murders of Katrina and Briana Harietti, and for threatening Shaun Murphy and Claire Browne. Clark, read him his rights."
"Place you hands behind you back," Clark instructed.
Charles put his hands behind his back and Clark began to cuff him.
"I refuse to say anything without my lawyer present," Charles said.