What’s more dangerous: cheating on your husband or giving a sandwich to a homeless guy? SVU says: the sandwich.
A pretty blond parties at a throbbing nightclub and grinds between a man and a woman with a suspiciously large Adam’s apple. Her battered body is found by a jogger the next day; she’s lying in a rowboat bobbing on the river behind the mayor’s mansion. The victim is in a coma, and has no ID.
First interview: the too-nervous jogger, still clutching her jogging stroller. “You were far from home. Were you going to meet your lover – with your baby?” Amanda asks, in a tone conveying that this would be pretty despicable, even by SVU standards.
But it turns out the jogger was going to buy Adderall from the two teens who were rifling through the victim’s pockets. The pimply teens are considered, then quickly dismissed as the rapists, but not before they turn over a hotel key card they found in the victim’s pockets.
The Medical Examiner makes a special guest appearance to declare: (1) the victim has scars from a hernia operation done by a surgeon who wasn’t American, (2) DNA on the victim’s body is from three different men, and (3) it would be more convenient if the victim were dead, because then we could better estimate when she’d been assaulted.
(Yikes. Many ME’s have a dark perspective, but, wow, Dr. Warner, that was cold.)