There is evidence that David Berkowitz may not have acted alone. Composite sketches present conflicting descriptions of the killer-
If there was one thing Amanda Rollins admired about her students, it was their creativity and their desire to dig into the details. Sure, there were a few taking her elective class just to fill a schedule slot, but others…the Academy would welcome them with open arms after graduation.
Ping.
Amanda placed a pen tip near the paragraph she was grading and slid her mouse to wake up her desktop. Her email was showing one unread message. She reached for her lukewarm coffee and took a sip as she doubleclicked on the email.
The cup slipped from her grip and dropped to the carpet. Color drained from her face. Amanda fumbled through the papers on her desk, looking for her cell phone. Her fingers closed around it and she punched in a number from memory.
"Liv, you know and I know this guy did it, but unless the wife testifies-yeah, I know, spousal privilege, we can't make her, but-"
Dominick Carisi's conversation with Captain Benson was interrupted by a beep from his cell phone indicating he had an incoming text. "Hey, lemme put you on speaker." He hit the speaker button and then hung up the landline. He thumbed his lockscreen. 1 NEW TEXT. UNKNOWN NUMBER. He frowned, trying to stay on-topic with Olivia. "Okay. Do we have anything else on this guy-"
He dropped his phone. It hit the side of his desk and dropped to the floor with a thud.
"Carisi? Hey, you still there?"
Carisi's hand shook. "I…um. Liv, I…I gotta call you back, I ah…" His fingers closed around his phone and he picked it back up, hanging up with the head of SVU as he stared at the photo on the screen.
His cell rang in his hand and he nearly dropped it again. Carisi's heart was pounding. A familiar picture came up along with a 404 number. He hit the call. "Amanda. Yeah. Did you call the…okay. Okay, no, I'm canceling the rest of my appointments. You talk to daycare? Okay, and Billie's…thank God. Okay, I'll grab Jake and meet you at the 16th. It's okay. It's gonna be-yeah, no go. Go, I'll talk to you soon."
Carisi grabbed his keys off the top of the file cabinet. "Leah, I'm headed out for the rest of the day. Cancel the rest of my afternoon."
Leah, the 8th floor administrative assistant, stared at him. "Mr. Carisi, is everything all right?"
His finger slammed the elevator button. "No."
Author's Note: Starting here, I'm gonna attempt an actual casefic of sorts based on a couple of 30-day writing prompt lists I found. Hopefully the plot bunnies abide and don't hop off on a tangent :)