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Interrogation Room 1
Simone Harris
5:15 PM
"What kind of kink do you like?" Elliot had just shut the door behind him when he decided to open with the middle of the conversation. Slapping the file on Simone Harris down on the metal table between them, he sat down across from her.
Simone looked surprised. Her eyes widened as she shot back in her chair, "what?! Is this how cops open a chummy discussion?" Her eyes blinked back at him. She sat sideways on the chair, twirling a lock of heavily sprayed permed hair between two fingers of her right hand. "Where do you get off asking me that kind of question?"
Elliot narrowed his eyes, sizing her. "Christopher Jakosa. He says you and Tanya kept he and a few others there, against their will, to feed your strange inhibitians. When we fist talked to you, you said you didn't know anything about the people in cages, in Tanya's room. Now," he slid forward on the seat and leaned in, over the table, "that sounds like a lie to me. And, I don't know about you, but I hate being lied to."
"Fine. Tanya brought Chris home, one night, like a puppy on a string. He was so 'head-over-heels' for her that he would do anything for her. But, I didn't kill Tanya. I have no idea who did but my money is on Chris and his bitch." Simone snapped her reply, growing impatient from the series of random questions she felt harrassed with. "It was consentual. If that's what you're asking. All they had to do was say 'no' and we'd-"
Elliot stood up but didn't move from his spot. "You'd what? Put them in cages until they changed their minds? Spank them like 'naughty puppies', or make them bend over a foot stool and take it from a dog until they recanted?" Placing his hands flatly on the table, Elliot leaned in again and clarified, "because that's how we found the four victims, in Tanya's bedroom."
"I didn't put them there!"
"What were you doing in Vancouver?"
"Vacation."
Elliot straightened and scooped up the thin file folder, on the table beside him, and opened it to the third page, on the left side. Stapled in place had been five pages of Simones "vacation" stops. "Vacation. What is it you do for work, again?"
Simone ran the tip of her tongue over her top front teeth before answering. "Paralegal. It's a draining job, especially in New York."
"You should try being a cop, sometime." He went back to reading her rap sheets as they met eyes, briefly. "So, you and Chris ever date?"
Simone bite her lower lip. "Nope. I don't date fleabag lovers. Where is this going?"
"Fleabag lover? You mean Chris actually wanted to have a dog penetrate him? Did he ever want to top the dog? It sounds like someone was more interested in that twosome than Chris. And I really don't think the dog spoke up and asked for Chris, personally. Do you?" Elliot found a spark of contempt and decided to explore his options of how far Simone had been mixed in to what Tanya had going.
Leveling her gaze, the right side of her mouth raised in smugness. "What if I told you, Chris begged for it? Does that make you hard? Did you wanna watch?"
Slapping the file down, on the table, in front of her, he read off a small list of places she had frequented in the recent five month span. "Manchester, New Hampshire; Los Angeles, California; Vancouver, British Columbia. That's a lot of vacations in only five months. And, it's funny, on two of those trips, you came home with at least one other person in tow. What were they? Clients? New 'pets'? You helped Tanya get her side business up and running and when she needed more clientel, you were right there, to bring in more. Weren't you?"
Turning in her chair to face forward, Simone smiled and folded her arms. "Lawyer. Now."
SVU Squadroom
5:33 PM
Olivia stared at the faces and names of all of their known suspects, that had been taped up to the clearboard, and wondered to herself about the puzzle that had been completely jumbled from start to finish. "What was the final straw that drove them to the brink of murder? I feel like we're missing a piece." Her voice asked aloud to herself but she startled as another voice, masculine and softer, answered her.
"It could have been a former, or new, pet that had enough so they revolted. Or, it could have been an accomplice that became excited from the torture of sex slaves and simply took it too far. It's too early to tell from what we have now." Dr. Huang stood a few steps behind her and looked over the faces on the board as he answered her. His sight focused on the 8x10" glossy of Chris Jakosa as he finished his statement. His arms crossed but his posture relaxed to refocus on Olivia, who now turned around to look at him.
Taking a deep breath, Olivia glanced over her shoulder at the pictures of the Jakosas and then back to the psychiatrist. "Chris had motive to kill the judge from being used as the demonstrator in her 'pet schooling.' Both Chris and his wife, Karen, were long term captives, who were free to roam around the house while the judge and Ms. Harris were not at home. The other four new 'pets' spoke about Chris as if he were a saint but aren't saying anymore than that. There's something missing to all of that." Her hands were slipped into her pants pockets as she went over the clues in her mind.
Captain Cragen came to stand beside Huang and offer his small bit of new information that he had gotten from his friend at Juvenile Detention. "I talked with the detective, then officer, who busted Jakosa on the drunk driving charges and it seems that his mother tipped off the police that her son was driving under the influence. He must have done something unforgivable to her that she didn't bail him out after the hearing. I think there's more pieces we can fit into that small but growing puzzle." Leaning on the edge of Munch's desk, he was the first one to notice that Dr. Warner had joined them in the squadroom.
"I may have a piece you're looking for, then." Dr. Warner, the Medical Examiner, spoke up as she held out a file for Olivia while stepping forward to greet them in the small circle. "The fluid left in the glass was not meant for oral consumption; at least, not in that amount. The fluid found in the champagne glass was semen. I found the same seminal fluid, in smaller amounts, in the judge's stomach contents. The sample does not belong to any of the four individuals that were in the cages but, I did manage to match the sample to a tuft of hair Forensics gathered from the judge's home. It was matched to-"
"Christopher Jakosa." Olivia lit up with the revelation as she read the words in the report Warner had handed her. "His collar was found in the judge's hand. Maybe he went over there to confront her and it got out of hand?"
Dr. Huang looked over the pictures on the board again and gave a possible scenario. "Victims very rarely want to make friends with their captors. However, it is possible that he might have gone over to negotiate release of the other sex slaves. In return, he might have participated in sexual intercourse with her, the way she preferred it."
"She must have ripped the collar off of him in the struggle of killing her. But, there were no markings on his neck when Fin and I went to talk to him, yesterday." Olivia offered.
Warner shook her head. "The dead bull snake that was inserted in her vaginal cavity was drowned in bleach after it was crushed to death by something heavy. The exoskeleton was completely obliterated in several places. The bullwhip handle that was fully inserted in her anus was clean of any prints, as well as the straps on the ballgag in her mouth. You're looking at a two-man job."
Clearing his throat and folding his arms about his chest, Cragen glanced over the report Olivia had passed him before making a call to have Olivia talk to Chris' mother. "Find out why she turned her own son in and see if she knows anything about the judge being dead."
Olivia nodded and grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair on her way out.
~~~~~
Manhattan Gardens Apartments
3206
Home of Emily Jakosa, MD
The honey-coloured wood flooring creeked Olivia followed the woman of 65 through the entryway and into the large, warm family room. A white, light wool throw blanket had been "tossed" over the back of a tan two-place loveseat that Olivia now sat on. "Lovely home, Dr. Jakosa." Olivia looked around the meticulous room, bright and shiny as if she had just had it professionally cleaned.
"Thank you, dear." Dr. Jakosa sat down in a white linen easy chair, across from Olivia, and placed her thick, dark oak cane between her legs to steady herself on as she leaned forward on it. Her greying hair was neatly trimmed short but long enough to have a natural curl about it. "My son usually comes over to help me clean, when he isn't taking care of my grandchild. But, I doubt that's what you are hear to talk about, Detective Benson." She was a no-nonsense woman who approached things wiith a serious side and preferred to get all the facts before jumping to a conclusion; however, this time, she had gotten the story surrounding Chris from his lawyer she had hired for him. "I understand you are looking at my son as if he were an 'animal' yet, you do not want to see him for what he is. Is that true?"
Olivia crossed her legs and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her right knee. She thought about how to present the evidence that had stacked up to claim Chris as the guilty party. "Dr. Jakosa,--"
"Emily, please. With my diagnosis of multiplesclerosis, I was forced to retire before I wanted to. Chris and I have talked about how I should be addressed, once it sinks in." Dr. Jakosa smiled and squared her shoulders as if stoning herself against any harsh words that might have been thrown at her. Though her posture was relaxed but straight, her attire had been pressed and professional as if she expected to leave for work when Olivia rang the doorbell.
Olivia smiled pleasantly and nodded, assuringly. "Emily. The judge that presided over Chris' drunk and disorderly case, seven years ago, was found dead in her apartment, last night. Everything, as it stands, points to Chris as the suspect. I'm not here to tell you if he is guilty or innocent, I'm just here to ask you what lead you to call the police on him and then refuse to bail him out?" Her tone was even and friendly but she hadn't forgotten the reason she was there.
Dr. Jakosa sat back and smiled as she turned to look at a picture of Chris and his family. A black and white photo in a simple honeywood frame, sitting high on the bookcase that framed a complete wall, behind her. "Chris was a good boy, when he was little. His father died of pancreatic cancer when he was 13. I tried the best I could with what I had and I guess that was how I lost control. What a parent does to discipline their child always hurts more than the punishment. I left him in jail so he would straighten up. However, that left him in more trouble than was needed."
"How often does Chris come over? Does he bring his family with him, often?"
Dr. Jakosa looked back at Olivia and sighed inwardly, thinking. "He's supposed to be here in a little while but, he's been coming every few weeks. He usually brings his little boy, Andy, and he and I watch cartoons while Chris and Karen clean my house for me."
"Chris and Karen clean your apartment? You don't have a maid service?" Olivia wasn't confused but instead wanted to be sure she understood the former doctor, a woman who still had the money to finance a weekly maid service to clean for her.
The doctor smiled again. "Chris didn't think I should spend the money to have someone come in. Karen was the one to offer to have them clean while I spent time with my grandchild."
"So, it was unanymous to have Chris and Karen clean for you?" Olivia tilted her head to better observe the woman's answer. Just then, her cell phone rang from her left coat pocket.
"Yes." The doctor sat back and waited as Olivia retrieved her cell phone and answered it.
~~~~~
Mercy Hospital
Room 128
Christopher Jakosa
Heart monitors beeped and buzzed while breathing machines patted a rhythm of air into the unconscious man. Both of his wrists had been banadaged, indicating he had slit his wrists. Christopher Jakosa lay in a hospital room, his head turned to his right, facing where Karen now stood. The young man, once vibrant and astute was now lying fragile and unresponsive on the bed of white linen. He looked pale and distressed about something. He had been brought in with very slow responses and ragged breathing.
The doctors had finished their testings and hooking him up to monitors and taking vitals before quietly exiting the room.
Karen let a hand slip to a lock of hair and stroked it, staring at her husband's face in numb shock. "I came home, early, from work. I wanted to talk to him. Andy is in daycare so, we could have a few hours to ourselves. He was lying on the bathroom floor." Her voice was calm, almost monotonous. Her stare remained on Chris's sleeping face.
"How long were you apart of Judge George's prisoners? How did you two get free?" Olivia asked quietly. She came to stand beside Karen as Fin stood on the other side of the bed, observing Karen's reaction.
Karen took a shallow breath, eyes never leaving his sleeping face. "I was brought to Tanya by my pimp. He told Tanya he wanted me 'reconfigured' for women. I had been a runaway prostitute and he had trouble controlling me for his certain clientel. A week after I was dropped off, the pimp met the wrong end of a gang war. He lost his turf, his girls and his life." She paused to swallow the anger she felt towards Tanya and Simone.
Olivia observed Karen's posture. "How did you two break free?"
After a long pause and forcing back tears, Karen calmed herself and answered, still focusing on Chris's face. "I'd been there for about two years, made it through numerous auctions, until one master bought me. He was an older gentleman, very wealthy and had alot of powerful friends. He wanted me for a playmate. Eight months later, he had a heart attack and left me a ton of money, in his will. A month after that, I bought Chris right out from under Tanya."
"I bet Tanya wasn't too happy about that." Olivia kept her voice low.
Karen shook her head. "She put up a fight. She even hired a few ringers to outbid me. But, uh, I was extremely loaded. Eventually, Tanya folded." After taking a few breaths and finally looking up and over at Olivia, she swallowed and added, "Look, I didn't have to come back for Chris. I was outta there. I could have just taken the money and ran."
Fin shifted and put his hands on the railing, on his side of the bed. "So, why didn't you bring the curtain down on Tanya's little game?"
Before Karen could answer, the monitors Chris was hooked up to, started beeping and flashing warning signs, letting the nurses know he was in distress. The three of them were ushered out of the room and Fin and Olivia took the hint to escort Karen back to the precinct.
SVU Interrogation Room 1
Karen Jakosa
Karen sighed and ran a shakey hand through her hair. Fin sat across from her and it was making Karen uncomfortable. "If I'm not under arrest, why am I here?" She briefly made eye contact with the detective across from her. Leaning forward with her elbows on the cold metal table, Karen stared down, at the barely visible reflection of herself. She felt guilty but wasn't sure what for.
"We have evidence that puts your husband as the last one to see the judge alive." Fin's nasaled voice broke the awkward silence but didn't lighten the tensioned air in the room.
Shaking her head, Karen dropped her arms and sat back in her chair. "We haven't seen her or been anywhere near her condo in years." Her tone raised slightly as her hands shook more noticeably.
The thin manilla folder, resting on the table, under Fin's left arm, was remembered and opened to reveal several portrait size photos of the four "pets" left locked in the dead judge's bedroom. "Know any of these people?" Fin glanced down at the photos as he spread them on the table and then looked up to see Karen's reaction as the woman looked them over. His face was cold, almost stone as he observed Karen's expressions.
"A few." Karen's eyes fell on the woman named "Whiskers." A deep breath as she lift her head up to stare at a space on the ceiling. A cold shiver shook her right shoulder. The memories came flooding back and she closed her eyes, in attempt to shut them in the dark. "Whisk-- Julie was younger than I was, the first time she was brought to Tanya's. She made so many mistakes and Tanya enjoyed beating her senseless."
Fin sat back. "What were the levels of punishments?"
Karen stood up. She wanted to walk away from the conversation but her knees almost gave out when she tried to stand up. "First offense was the paddle, second offense was humiliation, third.... uh,.... third was the closet, fourth was retraining and fifth was..... was.... 'Husband.'" She felt like her whole insides were on revolt and would jump out of her throat if she opened her mouth again.
"Did Tanya prefer using 'Husband' instead of the other punishments?"
Karen nodded. She felt sick and didn't want to attempt to speak until the feeling of nausea went away.
"Did Chris ever enjoy being the whipping boy?" Fin knew his question would touch a nerve but wasn't expecting the way Karen would answer.
Shaking her head, Karen took a deep breath and released it slowly, through her mouth. "Chris didn't enjoy any part of her sick plans. Some of those were minors and instead of them having to go through it, Chris took the blame. Simone hated Chris and put him through Hell. She would beat him until he couldn't even stand on his own, bound and gagged him and locked him in a closet for days, refused to let him help the others, when it came time for the auctions. But, Tanya, she would always force him to bend over for Husband, whether he did something wrong or not."
"What kind of mentality did the dog have? How did they treat Husband?" Fin sat back in his chair and little by little denied the waves that washed over him, were making him ill. "Dogs don't normally have this affliction to screw people. Did they do something to him? Give him something in his kibble?"
Karen shook her head and could feel her stomach rising into her throat with every question about the dog. "Peanut butter." A hand flew to her mouth as she held back the vomit that threatened release. Before she could clarify her answer, a knock on the glass, behind Fin, prevented her from letting her thoughts overpower her.
Fin stood and made his way over to the door. Closing it behind him, Captain Cragen turned to meet his gaze.
"Doctors say Chris is stable. He's resting but under heavy observation. Anything useful from his wife?" Cragen had been watching them through the window and decided she needed a break before she completely closed in on a nervous breakdown.
Sighing and shaking his head, Fin was skeptical of getting a positive outcome from the shaken woman. "She said that Simone hated Chris and would torture him, more than what Tanya did. The dog was Tanya's idea, though." Fin looked through the glass at Karen. "These people have been through Hell, Captain. The Jakosa's had their own, brand new life. If they killed Tanya, why didn't they free the pets in the bedroom? They could have just brought Tanya and Simone down long ago. Why kill Tanya now?"
"Why don't we let her calm down and see what we can get. Start with the news about her husband."
When Fin returned to Karen, he offered her a cup of water. His demeanour had changed and so had hers. "The doctor says Chris is resting and doing much better. They're keeping him a few days for observation." He sat down in the chair across from her and waited for her to take a few sips before redirecting his questions. "Why did you stay in New York, after you and Chris got away from Tanya? Weren't you afraid of their retaliation?"
"I- I wanted to but, Chris wouldn't leave his mother. He said that she would be lost without him and that he owed her." Karen held the plastic cup in her hands, staring at the rim closest to her.
Fin raised an eyebrow. "Owed her for what?"
Karen shrugged. "He never said."
TBC.
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