Chapter 3 - The Connection

It was now 1:27 AM and the whole squad was back together at the 18th precinct discussing what they learned from each interrogation. They were all sitting at the grey 46x60 in' rectangle shape squad table.

"According to Evans, he was doing business with a man named, Jared Zimmerman. A drug dealer who's been on FBI's radar for a quite some time now. He's known for administering counterfeit medical drugs. Which would explain why each victim took medication at Evans' bar, not knowing it was fake." Said Atwood.

"Evans and the other men claimed that they received 40,000 pounds for each shipment they made when transporting it from the states for the past month." Said Charlotte.

"Where is Zimmerman now?" Crawford asked.

"We haven't been able to locate him yet. He's good at hiding." Said a dark haired Asian woman wearing a yellow blouse and black pants.

"We now have all the illegal class drugs in our custody, so mostly hopefully, there won't be another victim in this case." Said Fowler.

"I see, good work everyone. That was a tough case." Their captain nodded as he looked at his squad. "I'll call the prosecutor and let him now we have the murder responsible. We can now finally put this case to an end." He turned his head to see his youngest detective texting on his phone.

"Are you listening detective Carisi-Blackburn?" The captain referred to him by his full last name.

"Huh?" Christopher looked up. "Yes, I'm listening captain. I was just texting my step mother. She's awake now. I was just informing her that I'll be heading back to New York in a couple of hours." He tucked his phone at the back of his pants.

"Just when we finish a case, we lose our ace detective as a cost of it." Said a short dark haired brunette man, wearing a brown suit, leaning back against his chair.

"My apologies, Duke, but as much as you guys need me here, my squad in America, needs me too." He stood up.

"Are you leaving now, Christopher?" Charlotte got out of her seat as well.

"It's a long flight to the states, my family's private jet only manages to minimize the departure to three hours. So, it's best I take my leave now." His phone vibrated, he picked it up.

"Blackburn." He said picking up with his jacket with his free hand. "Yes, I'm currently in London as we speak. I'm heading back to New York right now." He took a few steps listening to the other person on the line, before stopping. "What? What did you just say?" His tone of voice changed into confusion, causing the attention of the others.

"His DNA is a match?" Christopher placed his left hand on his waist as he carefully listened to the person talk. "To how many?" He nodded. "I see. I understand, so it was him." He nodded again. "Did you already inform my squad in the states?" The person talked. "I see, so the rest of the case is up to me and my squad here in the UK to handle." He nodded. "We'll take it from there. Thanks." He hung up.

"What happened?" Charlotte asked as she approached her partner.

"Lab results came back. Remember when I told you this case was related to the one my squad in America are currently working on?"

Charlotte nodded.

"They sent me all the files they had on the trafficking ring, and it turns out the shooter at the warehouse, Louie Robinson, is part of the ring. And his DNA matches the rapes of several girls that were rescued from the ring."

"And they're transporting girls from New York to the UK." She replied. "In other words,"

"Robinson knows the location where all the girls who've been kidnapped are being held in both countries." Christopher finished her sentence.

The two of them looked back at their squad who were looking at each other.

"Pick him up from the hospital and bring his ass here." Their captain had a grim look on his face.

Forty-five minutes has passed by, and Robinson was sitting along in the white bricked interrogation room. He was wearing a sleeveless navy-blue shirt, revealing some of the bandages on his shoulder. But what caught everyone's attention was what was on his left bicep. It was a blue curvy dragon tattoo, with the initials J.X.T.

Robinson was looking at himself through the one-way glass mirror. One the other side, was the squad.

"He has the same tattoo Evans does, and his description matches what the girls said about their rapist who had that tattoo." Christopher had his arms crossed on his chest. "It was him in that photograph father sent me."

"Hey Captain, Duke and I can handle this. We'll get him to talk." Said Crawford.

"No Crawford. This is a case that connects two countries together. This is Blackburn's case. We are only here to assist him when need be." Their captain looked at the teenager.

"Then, Christopher and I will take it from here then." Said Charlotte.

"No." Christopher spoke. "I'll take this alone."

"Christopher." Charlotte turned to her partner.

"I'm the only one here who knows everything about this case. And every detail that has been spoke about it. And I have a better chance of getting him into telling me everything," He turned to face her. "because after all, I am also, a Carisi."

Charlotte closed to her eyes and sighed in defeat. "Why do you always have to win at conversations." She playfully pushed his shoulder.

"It's gift from my father." He chuckled before opening the door into the interrogation room.

Robinson sat up straight once he saw Christopher enter the room with a notepad and folder in his hand.

"You're that kid from the warehouse."

"Yeah that was me." He took a seat across from him. "What about it? Surprise to learn that a 16-year-old kid works for the fuzz?"

"I heard about you, but never thought I would ever get the chance to meet the great Christopher Theodore Carisi-Blackburn." He placed his arms on the table, and a smug look started to form.

"You know my full name? I mostly leave my middle name out of it when introducing myself." He leaned back a little to get comfortable. "You've done research on me?"

"Maybe a little. I remember reading that the governor of London's daughter, Vanessa Blackburn, was engaged and had a child with a famous detective in America. Detective Dominick Carisi Jr. was his name, and the two of them were about 19-years-old I believe. Sadly, the engagement was called off due to differences, but since the two loved their beloved child so dearly, they couldn't bear the thought of him growing up without having both of his parents in his life. So, they decided to have a joint custody of the child. It only makes sense, that their only child would follow in their footsteps, considering he has both of their blood running through his veins. So much that he would surpass them by finishing his primal education at the age of 10. Then attend five different universities across the United States till he was 15. The academy was only a short one-year learning experience for you, considering you were ranked top in both countries."

"Perhaps you've done a little more than just a quick little study of my background. Honesty, I'm not sure how I should feel. Grateful that someone has taken an interest regarding my history, or be petrified that you know that much about me." Christopher smirked.

"You were a very interesting topic to me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who shares the same thoughts." Robinson rubbed his chin.

"I can assure you, that you are correct with that statement." Christopher crossed his arms on the table. "But, we're not here to talk about me, Robinson. I'm more interested in your background rather than my own in fact."

"Really? I'm a topic that the Christopher Carisi-Blackburn finds interesting. I'm quite flattered." He leaned his right arm behind his chair.

"You should be. In fact, I have some good news for you." Christopher nodded opening the folder.

"What good news?" Robinson raised an eyebrow.

"Congratulations, you're a father…. of sixteen babies in the United States." His expression changed into a grim look as he showed him the pictures of the teenage girls that were rescued.

Robinson had a blank look on his face as Christopher was placing photographs of the girls in front of him.

Christopher placed his index finger on the first photo on the top left-hand corner. "This girl, is 14-years-old, and is four months pregnant." He moved on to the next photo. "This one here, is 16-years-old, and is seven months pregnant." He moved on to the bottom right. "This girl, is 13-years-old, and is three months pregnant." He pulled his hand back. "Your description matches what each of these girls said, right up to that tattoo you wear on your left bicep there." He nodded his head in the direction. "And your DNA, matches each of their rapes, as well as the paternity tests for all of these girls. We also have your records that shows when and where you left and arrived both here and in New York. The timeline matches to all these rapes."

"So, what? I had sex with these girls."

"It's not sex if they didn't want it. That's rape. And even if they consented, they're all underage and that's statutory rape."

"But you just said these took place in America. You can't send me back there!" He smirked and crossed his arms.

"Actually, I can."

Robinson's smirk disappeared.

"One, you are technically not a citizen of this country. You are an American citizen. We can send you back there. Two, I am, after all, an international cop if you've forgotten. And I have jurisdiction, everywhere. Especially, in my home state in America. Don't think you can get out of this easily."

Robinson glared at him.

"Looking at these files, including the number of girls you've knocked up, you are here by charged with the rapes of 58 girls in New York City, that matches your DNA." He placed a piece of paper with a long list of names on it.

Robinson looked down at the paper, scanning the names of several girls. He looked back up.

"What do you what from me, kid?"

"You're going to spend, who knows how long in prison, but judging on what your next answer, I might put in a nice word for you."

"Like what?"

"How about, you don't go down on this alone. Save yourself, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you want William Evans to be sentence to a death penalty."

"Wait, what?" Robinson widen his eyes.

"I'm just telling you what the prosecutor told me earlier today. The city of London wishes to terminate the person responsible for all the murders, and since William Evans was the one who gave them the drugs, and Zimmerman is nowhere to be found, all their deaths, are on Evans."

"But William has nothing to do with the trafficking ring! Do you only think that because we have the same tattoo! He's my half-brother!" He slammed his hands against the metal table. He then moved his arm, showing him the tattoo. "These initials are our mother's. J.X.T stands for, Johanna Xara Thames. We have a dragon here because she was always so strong, and blue was her favorite color. She died when we were kids. He's all I have left!"

"Then, you two should have thought of her then." Christopher placed both of his hands on the table as he stood up, gathering up everything in the folder. "We already have your DNA. I just brought you here to let you know that." He took five steps till Robinson called him.

"Wait! Don't go! I don't want you to kill my brother!"

Christopher didn't turn around. "Sorry, buddy. It's not up to me. True, your brother didn't make the drugs, but he did distribute them. And normally, the prosecutor would sentence them to a regular jail time, but, we don't know where Zimmerman is. And plus, I also must work on this trafficking ring and find out where girls are, and you're most likely not going to tell me where you're hiding the them."

"If I tell you everything about the ring and Zimmerman, then the prosecutor won't kill my brother?"

Christopher concealed the smirk from hearing the terrifying tone of voice from Robinson. He didn't know he was being tricked.

"If you're telling me the truth that is."

"I will! I even know where Zimmerman is hiding! You guys can arrest him and charge him with all those dead people and let my brother go!"

Christopher finally turned around. "Are you telling me the truth Robinson. If you're lying, your brother's life is on you."

"I am telling you the truth. Zimmerman has been hiding where I've been hiding the rest of the girls here in England. He's also a part of this ring, and he rapes the girls too."

Christopher walked back to the table, standing by his side, he places a notepad and pen in front of Robinson.

"Write it all down. Everything about the ring, the drugs and Zimmerman. But more importantly," He took a step closer to Robinson. "tell me where the bloody hell are you hiding all of them? Starting with here, and who they're with." He had a profound look on his face.

"They're in the northern part of England. They're all in Carlisle." Robinson spoke softly.

Christopher turned and looked at the one-way mirror, on the other side his squad was watching.

"He didn't even put up much of a fight against the kid!" Duke exclaimed.

"And this is why, he's ranked higher than the seven of us here." Crawford sighed as he leaned his head back.

"I expected nothing less from him. Like I said, he always has to win at conversations. He's just like his father." Said Charlotte.

Back inside the interrogation room.

"Where in Carlisle?" Christopher narrowed his eyes.