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The Devil You Know	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Devil You Know
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Alternate Scene
- 14-Alternate Ending 2
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Lower Manhattan

City Park

Monday, 22 Octobre

6:36 AM
Elliot sighed and shrugged himself out of the driver's seat of his dark blue Crown Victoria, Olivia exiting out of the passenger side door. He and Olivia had been called to the scene of a horrendous rape and body dump, just outside of the lower Manhattan. From where he had parked the car, he could see the victim, lying under a blue tarp, on a wooden park bench. After a night of pouring rain and a morning of overcast and drizzle, the week had already started out wrong. It was early Monday morning and the sun had been trying to shove apart the heavy gray clouds with no such luck. Elliot would have rathered stayed in bed and enjoyed his wife's day off, with her. "What've we got?" He called to the Medical Examiner, Melinda Warner, as they approached the scene.
The park had been empty of patrons out for their early morning runs or dogwalking or casual strolls. Instead, they had all been corralled into a small group, behind the yellow police tape, guarded by an uniformed officer, on the far side of the scene. A handful of people looked on as the detectives and medical personnel did their jobs but only three were on their cellphones describing the scene to their callers. A mix of people, both young and old, men and women watched the process.
Melinda stopped her writing, on her clipboard, and looked up to see the two detectives closing the gap from the parking lot, 50 feet away. The grass had been damp and her dress shoes sunk into the mud as she stood up and greeted them with a grim smile. "Young male, early-to-mid-thirties, sexually assaulted before being strangled by some sort of chord that was around his neck. Bruising on the thighs indicates it was anything but consensual sex. Expensive suit, a little too big for him, though." She paused as Elliot lifted the tarp to look at the victim's state and then sigh, again, as he looked back to Warner.
"Who found him?" Olivia's brow furrowed as she crouched down and removed her latex gloves from her jacket pocket and slipped her hands into them. She noticed some fibers had come loose, on the young man's left lapel of the gray suit jacket. Gathering a bag, from her other pocket, she removed the young man's half-concealed brown billfold from his inside, right lapel. Opening it up, she read the name from his driver's lisence, "Aaron Jasper." She had noticed that he had looked to be redressed but was missing his underwear and his pants and shirt were left unbuttoned. His shoes were also missing and, from what Olivia could see, only wore one white sock. Her eyes trailed up his body, as she had knelt down at his head, and noticed several things in disarray. His hair had been combed but lightened from its original dark brown to a soft chesnutt and was growing out about an inch before he died. Slight discolouration of the skin, where his wristwatch had usually been worn on the right wrist, now placed on the left and his personal other jewelry were missing from where the tanlines had been, on his fingers.
Melinda turned to point with her pen, over her left shoulder, and acknowledged the short, older woman with a small, white poodle, talking to the uniformed officer. "Dog walker. She said she passed by at 4:30, the bench was empty. When she passed by, again, at 5:15, there he was, half-naked and cold."
Olivia replaced the corner of the tarp that Elliot had lifted and stood up. "Body dump or very quick fling?"
"Mm, I'm guessing dump and run. He's been dead at least four to six hours. Lividity indicates a different pattern than the bench slats. Also, he got a piece of his attacker before he was killed." Melinda continued her writing and diagram of the body and the area in which it was found before allowing her assistants to bag the victim and place him on a gurney and take him away.
Olivia held on to the billfold and stared at the ID. "Bronx address. What was he doing all the way down here?" She looked up from the photo of Aaron, brow still furrowed, and scanned the parking lot for a vehicle other than police or department vehicles. Rifling through the slots, she found the insurance card and read the make and model. "Says he owns a maroon BMW, late model."
Elliot surveyed the few cars that weren't police issue and shook his head. "Must have had a ride with the killer. Someone he knew?"
"One way to find out."
Aaron Jasper's Apartment

Bronx, NY

9:13 AM
The manager to the non-descript building opened the door to Aaron's fifth floor single's flat. It had been an upper-style flat with wood flooring and loft-style windows. His flat had been scarcely furnished, with only a simple faux leather arm chair and a suede loveseat placed around the 40" flat screen that rested on a polished cherrywood entertainment centre. A large, white shag rug balanced out the small dedicated space for the living room. A small kitchen with older appliances that had begun to be switched out told the two detectives, Aaron had recently come into money and was in process of updating his lifestyle. To the far right of the kitchen sat the door to the bedroom.
While Olivia filtered through the pristine setting of the living room, Elliot looked around the bedroom, hoping to find a trace of a struggle or lead of what might have happened to their victim. The bed had been the only thing in the room that was out of place. A simple queen sized bed on a low-rise black wood frame with two pillows, each cased in white poly-satin. Two small, round desk lamps had been placed on wooden bedside tables that sat on either side of the bed. The tan comforter had been rumpled and both corners flared, indicating that two people had gotten out of bed. Perfectly placed photos in simple wooden frames lined the walls in upward angles, six of them had been placed above the head of the bed.
"No sign of a struggle. Other than the bed, everything seems to be pristine." Elliot called to Olivia, looking through some envelopes placed neatly on one corner of the small, brown desk, in the pathway, between the living room and the bedroom.
Olivia shook her head in defeat. "I'm not finding anything saying he was married or any evidence of a roommate." Opening a drawer, on the right hand side of the desk, she picked up another batch of envelopes and papers. Flipping through them, a single laminated door flier slipped out and landed at her feet. Bending over and picking it up, she read the printing and stepped into the doorway of the bedroom to tell Elliot. "Maybe, he was looking for love and the wrong date happened by? Flier for a dating service in Little Italy, for homosexuals."
Elliot had stepped out of the bathroom, next to the bedroom door, holding a small wire basket with a clear plastic bag. The bag was mainly empty, save for a few used tissues and used condom. "That would explain this. They met up, came back here, had sex, things got outta hand and Aaron winds up dead, in the process."
Nodding in agreement of the possible scenario, Olivia reached for her ringing cellphone, on her belt, and answered it. "Benson." She paused as the caller filled her in about the evidence and autopsy results from Aaron Jasper's body. Finishing the call and hanging up, she filled her partner in on the update. "Warner confirms intercourse before he was killed as well as a substance on his jacket. She's sending it up to trace. Feel like placing a dating ad?" Smiling and handing him the flier for the dating service, she watched as he bagged the used condom, for evidence and glanced at the flier in her hand.
"Why not?"
Just Right Dating Service

224A Canal Street

Little Italy, NY

Don Calicci's Office
Don was an Italian man in his early 40s with curly black hair that had been long enough to cover the tops of his ears, thin-rimmed, round glasses with a rounded face. He was a medium height man with an average build hidden under a well-tailored suit from a high end men's shop. He spoke with a thick New York accent with light slurring in his words due to a clear bottom retainer, in his mouth, from dental surgery. "Aaron used the service a few times. He was new to the state and looking for someone to talk to." His smile faded into uncertainty as he sat down at his desk and stared back, over the paper-strewn metal desk, at Elliot and Olivia. "Is something wrong?"
Olivia sat to Elliot's right and blinked back at the shorter man. "Aaron was found dead, this morning." She took a breath and let him process what she had said. "We'd like to see the list of matches, Aaron had."
"We screen our applicants very thoroughly before we pair them up with other matches. Our applicants' information is confidential. I can't give anything to you without the proper paperwork." Don sat back in his high-backed office chair, notching his head to the side.
Elliot nodded and reached into his inside left jacket pocket to retrieve a folded paper and handing it to the man behind the desk. "We thought you'd say that."
Huffing and sighing and shrugging before Don turned to his file cabinet, a tall, metal column with five drawers, behind him. Opening the second drawer down, he walked his fingers over several other filefolders and pulled Aaron Jasper's file from the drawer. Don closed the drawer and turned to hand the folder to Elliot, who opened it and flipped through the four names. The most recent pairing had been an older man by the name of Justin Paxton. "He must have liked older guys. All four men are upwards of 35 to 43."
Don sighed and shrugged. "We actually had a few younger applicants with his earmarks, come through, but he chose the ones who have used us prior. In fact, he called me last night and told me his last match was perfect for him."
"Justin Paxton?"
"Yea," Don nodded, "said he was helping him to adapt to city life. Aaron was a country boy from Iowa."
Olivia's brow furrowed. "How many dates did it take for him to decide on Justin being 'The One'?"
Thinking, Don leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach. "About four. Justin was very persistent."
Elliot and Olivia only looked at each other but said nothing as they thanked him for his time and exited Don's office.
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