CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As Elliot, Munch, and Fin watched Jason Harroway being filed out of the courtroom after being found guilty for raping Rivky and murdering Bethany, they turned to each other.

"Sick," Fin muttered. "Seventeen years old and already raping and murdering. They're getting younger and younger, aren't they?"

"At least Rivky's okay," said Elliot. "She's getting counseling."

"How's Olivia?" asked Munch.

"She's fine."

"Detective?"

All three turned to see Devorah, Rivky, and Zipporah standing there, holding hands. The sight of them together looked like the Three Graces. Rivky had spoken.

"I just wanted to tell you…we're going to move away. I don't know where, but we're leaving. We're going to start over. But…thank you for everything," Rivky continued, tears spilling down her face.

"Can we talk for a second, Rivky?" asked Elliot softly, gesturing her over to a more private corner of the courtroom.

Rivky followed him over. Elliot reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper with a list of phone numbers and addresses.

"These are hotlines and support groups for victims of rape, hate crimes, people who are grieving, and gay and lesbian teenagers," Elliot explained. "You should really check them out. They can help you."

"Thank you," said Rivky.

Elliot gave Rivky a big hug. "And I put my number on there, too. Let me know how you're doing, okay?"

"I will. Thank you so much."

Elliot rejoined the group. He hugged Zippy and Devorah, shook Devorah's husband's hand, and gave Rivky one last embrace before saying good-bye for good. Zippy turned around and waved before walking out the door. The detectives waved back.

Elliot looked at Munch. "How are you doing?"

"Fine."

"Look, John, I know something like this shakes your faith, no matter what you say. You know, the father, the hate crime…you say you're not so religious but it's part of you. It's got to be suffering a little."

"No," said Munch, watching the girls disappear. "If anything, it's stronger now."

With that, the men left the courtroom to head back to the precinct, ready to face whatever else came their way.