law and order svu: predator strike force part 5

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Benson, Strauss and Stabler got lucky as they rounded the corner in their squad car to face the perp’s home address: the same F-150 truck was parked in the driveway. There was a good chance this scumbag was at home.

“Probably celebrating last night’s rape with a cold beer,” Stabler sneered. His eyes looked like he was about to puke.

 

“Strauss and I will take the front of the house,” Benson said. “El, you flank. We’ll be in position in two minutes.” Stabler nodded and rolled out of the car without missing a beat. He’s a true detective for sure, thought Strauss. Just like me.

Benson and Strauss combat-rolled up to the front door of the house. They could hear noises inside. A struggle. With a nod, Benson backed away from the door and Strauss took a step back, then ran at the door with his shoulder. The door frame split from the incredible force and the door went flying wide open.

“Freeze, police!” shouted Benson. “Don’t do anything stupid, Bolgers! The place is surrounded.”

A disgusting-looking man with a greasy mustache turned his cross-eyed glance at the source of the commotion. He wore a stained wife-beater and sweats. Rapist chic, thought Benson, allowing herself an easy smile amid the tense situation.

This man, whom Strauss recognized as Bolgers in a fake blond wig, seemed unconcerned, which caught Benson and Strauss off guard. “Ah, excellent,” he said. “The entertainment has arrived.”

“Entertainment?” said Benson. “You’re under arrest for the murder of an unidentified girl.”

“Just as I requested!” said the creepball. “You’re the strippers I hired to act like police, right?”

As he said that, Strauss used his eagle-eye vision to look beneath the dingy futon in the main room. He saw a small hand peeking out from beneath it — it was a young girl. Matted brunette hair clung to the tears on her face. Around her wrist was a thin gold bracelet, and at once Strauss knew this was the mayor’s daughter. It was clearly one of the mayor’s bracelets.

A misstep now could cost this young girl her life. ”Yeah, we’re the entertainment,” said Strauss in a cool, commanding voice, and because it was what Bolgers wanted to believe, he did. “Where do you want us?” Olivia picked up the ruse without missing a step, and began chewing imaginary gum like hookers do.

“Right where you are is fine,” said Bolgers, his perverse lust now in full flower. “I want you two cops to make out for a while, which cops aren’t allowed to do. It’s against their rules so it excites me. Then we can really start the party.”

Christopher, or Chris as he liked to be called because only his mother calls him Christopher, turned his powerful-but-gentle frame towards Olivia, who knew they both had to kiss in order to fool Bolgers and keep the captive girl from harm. Before Chris could move in, Olivia started hella frenching him. Her tongue darted against his like a king cobra, but the only venom here was unbridled lust stoking the flames of passion. They kissed like lovers in a way that, were it occurring anywhere other than a pedophile strangler’s filthy living room, would be incredibly sexy.

Wow, he’s a great kisser, thought Olivia, briefly losing herself in the stage act. I guess Special Victims Unit has its upside from time to time. He also has really nice hair.

Just then, Stabler exploded from the back room with a powerful punch to Bolgers’ left jaw. Looks like we both got something we wanted, thought Olivia. Ah well, Strauss is probably too cool and tough to want to be with someone like me. I’ll just stop thinking about it for now. She did mostly.

Meanwhile Stabler was already cuffing the perp. “You strangled and mutilated that girl in the alley, then you kidnapped the mayor’s daughter so you could do the same thing to her!”

“No,” explained Bolgers. “I’m not a pedophile or even a rapist. I’m a sex addict… but I have a fetish for crimes and law enforcement. Once I’m sentenced, I’ll have the best orgasm of my life behind bars.”

“Now it makes sense,” said Strauss as he nodded sagely.

“If this was a crime novel, I’d call that an expertly-written twist,” said Olivia.

Stabler hauled the suspect to his feet. “Come on, guys. This is one perp walk I wouldn’t want to miss for the world. After that we can hang out, maybe shoot some hoops. Sound good, Liv?”

Olivia smiled. “You know it, El. And we couldn’t have done it without the help of Predator Strike Force… and our new best friend. You in, Chris?”

Strauss thought about it for a moment. A little R&R after a collar well done. But as Bolgers was thrown in the back of Stabler’s car, his thoughts turned to all the crimes. All the crimes.

“Thanks guys, I’d love to,” said Strauss. “But maybe another time. Right now, I’d like to get to know another best friend: New York City.”

Benson and Stabler could only look on in total respect as Detective Strauss walked away back towards the police station.

They would never make fun of him.

THE END

law and order svu: predator strike force part 4

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“Got something,” Stabler said as he leaned in the SVU squad room doorway, beckoning his partners Benson and Strauss to join him.

Only a couple hours on the job and Strauss already felt at home here at Special Victims Unit. Even though his partners Benson and Stabler had worked together for more than a decade, Strauss seemed to be as much a part of the team as either of them. It was almost as if he’d also been their partners for more than a decade. Maybe even slightly longer than Stabler.

The three fast friends went down to the crime lab where O’Halloran was preparing his rundown. Benson sighed, “Please tell me you got a name from the parrot’s confession.”

“Even better,” said O’Halloran. “This parrot didn’t just squawk parts of what he heard. He’s like a living recording, capable of perfectly reproducing every sound that happened in that alley. Check it out.”

He pushed play on the police MP3. The sounds of a quiet night. Trash cans being tipped over. “Leave me alone,” cried a woman’s voice.

“Probably our victim,” said Stabler, interested.

Then the sound of a knife being pulled out of a coat pocket. “Your life ends here, bitch, but your face and hands are coming with me… because I’m chopping them off!” another voice seemed to say. Even Benson, a seasoned pro, had to turn away at the sound of that. Strauss put a comforting hand on her shoulder in a caring but professional way. If Stabler noticed, he didn’t say anything, so it must have been okay. Also he was too busy thinking about the crime and his divorce.

“But we knew what happened in the alley already, O’Halloran,” said Strauss. “This only proves we were right, but doesn’t give us any more leads.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” said O’Halloran. Strauss bristled but didn’t let it show. That’s probably not how O’Halloran meant it. After all even good cops are wrong once in a while. Strauss took it on the chin and didn’t let it bother him at all, and kept listening to O’Halloran’s explanation. Maybe that would shed some light on things. “We didn’t need a name if we could get a face. Look.”

O’Halloran typed a million things into his keyboard. Sonic waves emanated from one part of the screen — a tiny representation of the parrot. As each wave bounced around, a little more of a three-dimensional image developed: the alley that night. Two figures. The trash cans that Stabler, Benson and Strauss could remember clear as day. Soon fine details emerged as the sound waves split apart and snaked down and around every part of the alley — and even a little bit beyond.

“Is that a truck parked at the mouth of the alley?” asked Stabler.

“Sure is,” said O’Halloran as the sound waves finally stopped. It was a perfect 3D image: a dark blue beat-up Ford F-150 with rust around the front left wheel well, license plate QXR587. “I already pulled the plates. The truck is registered to a Ricky Wayne Folgers.”

“An alias for an alias,” intoned Strauss grimly. “Sounds like Bolgers has been busy.”

“How can we be sure it’s your guy?” asked Stabler. “What if it’s a coincidence?”

“Because,” said Strauss. “Look at how tall the sonic image of the attacker is. 5 feet, 9.41556 inches. There’s only one man in the world with that height: Ricky Wayne Bolgers.”

“We have an address. Let’s see if we can pick him up,” said Benson. “Let’s get some justice for that young dead sex victim.”

Strauss took his hand off Benson’s shoulder, ready to roll.

TO BE COMPLETED

law and order svu: predator strike force part 3

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“Talk, damn you, talk!” screamed Fin, a cop known for keeping his cool in the interrogation room. But the green parrot in its dingy cage – a conure — refused to say a word.

“Is our witness starting to ruffle your feathers, Fin?” said Munch. Despite the joke, this was no laughing matter and Munch knew it. This parrot might have been the only witness to a brutal sexual murder in a New York alleyway, and the tortured, miserable end to a young girl’s stolen life.

“Maybe Polly want a lawyer,” joked Fin. But no one laughed. Fin didn’t expect them to. He just had to say it like cops do sometimes.

From behind the one-way mirror, Captain Cragen and District Attorney Alexandra Cabot watched. “This is going nowhere,” said Cragen. Cabot agreed with her old friend’s assessment. She always had looked up to him, and it didn’t hurt that she also thought he looked like Commander Stargazer from SilverHawks.

“I’m not here to berate the department,” said Cabot. “It’s just that we need answers and we need them fast. You see… the mayor’s daughter has been missing for two days. She may be out there hurt and alone, and knowing this serial strangler-rapist is out there isn’t making the mayor feel any better about it.”

“We’ll have to play this manhunt close to the vest then,” said Cragen. “The last thing we need is a media circus and the mayor’s daughter connected to it. Some crazy might get the bright idea to take her hostage.” Cabot still agreed and she was pretty much just nodding her head at this point.

Meanwhile, in the squad room, Stabler, Benson and Strauss stood around the wall of screens that’s in every police department. “Strauss, you said you’ve been chasing down this strangler for the last two years. You have anything on him?” asked Benson. Even though now both of the uppermost buttons on her blouse had accidentally come undone, no one could say anything because it would mean they had looked.

Stabler had noticed it but decided to let Benson figure it out on her own. Maybe the next time she went to the bathroom she’d see it in the mirror and re-button them. Hmm, but am I being a good friend? he asked himself. Then she’ll just wonder how long they’ve been unbuttoned, and then she’ll think about why I didn’t say anything and how I let her walk around like that.

“The closest we have to a name is an old alias: Ricky Wayne Bolgers,” said Strauss pulling the slide back on one of his three chrome-plated .50-cal handguns. “When I was with ECHO, we just thought Bolgers was your garden-variety face-chopping strangle freak. Then forensics came back with evidence of sexual assault, and well… everything we knew flew right out the window.”

“So you got reassigned to sex crimes,” said Benson.

“I requested the reassignment,” said Strauss, returning the .50-cal to its holster. “Anything that’d let me stay on Bolgers’ trail. Even if it meant working Predator Strike Force.” Both Benson and Stabler nodded grimly. Even with everything they’ve seen, they knew PSF detectives had it a million times worse.

“While you guys were strolling down memory lame,” said Munch, “Dr. Doolittle here got something out of the parrot.”

“How’d you do it, Fin?” asked Benson.

“Easy, I remembered Bird 101: I put a blanket over its cage and made it think it was nighttime — which happened to be the time of the murder,” said Fin. “Soon as I did, it started squawking a minute-by-minute playback of the sounds from the alleyway that night. We sent it to the lab and hopefully we’ll have all the leads we need this afternoon.

“Also, Liv, you have like two buttons on your shirt undone and we can all see your business.”

“Fin, you never were one for subtlety,” laughed Stabler, who was just glad that that was over with.

TO BE CONTINUED