Chapter 10

"Hello, I'm Captain Benson, and this is Detective Stabler, NYPD," Olivia said as they flashed their badges at the elderly woman who answered the door to the small cape home in Bay Terrace, Queens. The two were here while the team tried to sort out the mess back at the precinct.

"You've come to talk about my Drew," the woman said.

"We have ma'am," Olivia nodded. The older woman let them in and directed them to the living room. The two officers could not help but notice the hunch in her shoulders. Her grey hair was messily pulled up into a bun and she wore sweatpants with a long-sleeved shirt. They took seats on the couch and she took a seat in a recliner. The living room had not been redecorated since the nineties – which somehow now made it chic, as the trends were coming back around. There was floral wallpaper with a pale blue couch and chairs. The blue was almost a pastel color, as far as Olivia could figure. The carpet used to be white but the traffic patterns were quite evident. Not dirty by any means, just maybe in need of an update.

"Any news on who killed my baby?" Fiona had yet to formerly introduce herself but given that she was in her late sixties or early seventies, maybe she just didn't care.

"Not yet but we've come to ask about Drew and if he had any enemies or any troubles before he died," Olivia said.

"Drew didn't share a lot with me. He gave up his apartment to stay here with me after his father died last year. I think he felt that he had to," Fiona admitted.

"Why was that?" Elliot asked.

"I have osteoporosis, brought on by my messed-up kidneys. I'm close to needing dialysis so that's a lot of doctor's visits in the city. I can't drive anymore. If it weren't for grocery delivery, I'd be in trouble," the elderly woman explained. Olivia was appalled that it was possible for one of her own family members to have killed her son, Drew. Even with his troubles, he'd moved home to help his mother.

"We are sorry that someone took him away from you. He didn't tell you what was going on at his office?" Olivia tried to refocus the conversation.

"That poor girl Akiko?" That made both Olivia and Elliot perk up.

"Yes," Elliot nodded. Fiona heaved a sigh before pointing to a pile of paperwork on the oak coffee table in between the chair and the couch.

"At the bottom of the pile…" she shook her head. Olivia almost dove into the pile and quickly pulled out the last few pages, which were small notepad pages. She looked at Elliot and began reading it aloud, mostly because the handwriting was sloppy and she figured that she'd need some help.

"Mom, if you have found this, then something has happened to me. I'm not sure what but I know that I can't stop what is coming. I've tried everything I could think of, short of calling the police," Olivia paused to go to the next page.

"I should have called them and for that I have failed. I have failed anyway as my warnings to Akiko have not worked and I may have jeopardized my job and my life on top of all of that," the Captain heaved a sigh before flipping to the last page.

"Know that I love you and that I'm sorry. Since you've found this call the police. Violate his parole," that last statement got everyone's attention.

"Was that it?" Elliot wanted to know. The "letter" fell short of actually naming said suspect but it had to be someone that both the son and mother would know.

"That's all that's here," she told him.

"My son had his faults but he wasn't a dummy. He knew that naming him wouldn't be enough, especially if he wasn't able to confirm it. He needed me to confirm it," Fiona said.

"Can you confirm it?" Elliot asked.

"Of course. There's only one waste of space in this family who he could possibly be talking about – Dylan. His mother, may she rest in peace, never wanted to admit what a monstrosity he was. Drank herself to death while he was serving his time because she knew that she couldn't handle everyone finding out that he was a predator, worse still, having to house him when he got out," Fiona told them.

"What's Dylan's last name?" Olivia wanted the elderly woman to say it.

"Jovin," the woman confirmed.

To Be Continued…