The Devil You Know | By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Rikers Island
Thursday 14, June
10:54 AM
"Who found him?" Elliot knelt down and rested on the balls of his feet and sighed as he lifted the white sheet, covering the body. The body had been placed on the floor, on his back, with his head toward the entrance to the cell. Elliot recognised him immediately and took a moment to swallow his reaction before speaking.
Warden William James stood behind him and went over his own notes, on a small flip pad. "Block guard, Officer Yates. Got curious when no one stepped out for morning roll call." The Warden was a small man with short black hair parted on the side and a bushy mustache. A stocky man with a firm hand for discipline and respect.
Elliot looked around the small cell. "Bunk mate see or hear anything?"
"No. He's been in Solitary for the past week due to a fight in the cafeteria."
Elliot sighed. "Any visitors, threatening letters?"
"Nope. No one's come to see him. No mail, either. He was unpopular, for awhile but kept his head down and nose mostly clean." The Warden shrugged.
Sighing and standing up, Elliot glanced at the small collection of photos, taped to the wall of Jacob Martinelli's bunk. The familiar face in the majority of photos agitated the rock in the pit of Elliot's stomach, telling him he would regret seeing Erik's reaction, after being told of his ex-lover's demise. "He get into any arguments with any of his block mates? Any known disagreements with the guards, lately?"
The Warden shook his head. "There's killers, rapists, wife-beaters, drug dealers and a plethora of other low-lifes in here. A reason could be as small as blinking the wrong way. This one made enemies left and right, in here. I want my block back to normal, as soon as possible." Turning and stepping out of the cell, he called to the officer on duty to work with the detectives and get them what they needed, for a more speedy end to the upheaval.
After a few more hours of gathering evidence and statements, Elliot and Olivia were on their way back to their squadroom. "I thought we were done with the loves and losses of Jacob Martinelli."
Olivia shrugged and went over her notes, from the passenger seat. "Well, we can rule out Justin Paxton. He's not even at the same prison as Jake. Martinelli had no visitors, no phone calls. The guards say one thing, the prisoners say another." She paused and glanced over at him as he turned the wheel, into the parking garage. "Do you think Erik might know of anyone who'd want to hurt Jake?" She could see the torment in his thoughts. "Elliot, he knew Jake's personal life more in depth than Jake's own family. He might have an idea as to who could have had motive."
"You mean, aside from himself? C'mon, Liv, after the whole trial, everyone's just waiting for the revenge card to be played." Elliot pulled into a parking spot and put the car into park before shutting off the engine.
Olivia opened her door and stepped out, as Elliot had done from his side. "That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying we should at least ask him about other possibilities, Jake had. A playboy like Jake Martinelli would have made a lot more enemies than friends, and especially after the trial proceedings came out. Erik was his lawyer for so long. He'd know more about Jake than what the trial exposed." Closing their doors, Olivia took the lead to the lift to the lobby and pushed the button. "Aren't you being a little bit defensive over Erik Matthews?" She turned to look at her partner's expression, as the doors closed behind them and started moving up to their floor.
Elliot shifted and after a long minute of silence, spoke in a calm tone. "You didn't see what that trial did to him. A young man who had just beaten cancer fell apart in a bathroom stall, alone. He had his world pulled out from under him and now this, to stir it all up again? I'm just thinking it could have been an outside job."
"That's fine. All I was suggesting was to talk to him, Elliot. He could probably give us a direction to follow."
The car came to a stop and the doors opened, they both stepped out and turned to the left, making their way through the busy hallway, to their squadroom. Elliot stopped just inside the doorway as he caught sight of the familiar shaggy brown hair and dark gray business suit. His brow furrowed as he continued to his desk, catching the young man's line of sight. "Back on the pay roll, Counselour?" He smiled as Erik turned to look at him.
Erik took a breath and blinked at the detective as Elliot sat down in his chair. "For this one, I am. After the trial, Jake's family disowned him. I am all he had left." He hadn't enjoyed the knock on his father's door after Munch and Fin had been told from the Martinellis that Erik should be notified and they wanted to hear nothing more of the subject. He looked tired but more well than he had during or even after the trial. "Ms. Cabot called me in to help. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."
"Isn't that conflict of interest? Erik, he raped and beat you and conspired to kill you. Are you sure you want to do this?" Olivia leaned against the corner of her desk and crossed her arms, taking in his appearance.
Sighing and turning to face her, Erik slipped his hands into his pockets and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm not forgiving him for that. He's a victim. It just so happens that he was also my partner. Your unit has the same mantra of helping ANY victim, priors or not. Doesn't he deserve justice, also?" Another breath as he moved to remove his billfold from his inside jacket pocket, open it and remove a small white card. "My new number. I would appreciate being kept in the loop." Handing the card to Olivia, he turned again to make his way out to the lift.
End
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