Interrogation is not myparticular skill set. I’m more of an investigator type. Follow the trail. Pick up the funny money. Write a report.
But Luke and Wysdom gave me some pointers about talking to a sociopath and getting him to confess. I am skeptical it will work, but I’ll do anything to find Rand at this point.
Wysdom’s dad is the Chief of Police in Flamingo Cove. And when his only daughter, and mother of four of his grandchildren, asked for a favor, he couldn’t say no.
“You’ve been frowning at that window for the last thirty minutes,” Luke pops up next to me. “Are you going in there, or will we have to try something else?”
Dash Malum is handcuffed to the interrogation table and looks like shit. His blond hair has a greasy sheen to it. His blue eyes dull from the effects of the drugs as they flush out of his system. And I do not feel one little bit sorry for him.
Which is the problem.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep it together in there,” I admit to my little brother.
He pats my arm. “You don’t have a choice. If we want to get Kestrel back in one piece, if that’s even possible, you’ll have to face your rapist and a possible murderer.”
Tears prick in the back of my eyes when Luke says, “if that’s even possible.” Finding Rand has to be possible. I won’t allow any other thoughts to enter my mind.
I never even told him how I felt.
I swipe my eyes, take a deep breath, and nod to Luke. “I’m going in.”
Dash doesn’t look up as I enter the interrogation room. He jumps when the door slams shut behind me.
“You,” his eyes narrow at me when he realizes who’s in the room with him.
“Ah, yes, me. Sometimes I am known as the ubiquitous ‘you,’” I sit in the opposite chair and place a file folder between us.
“You did this.”
I cock my head at him. “What did I do?”
“You got me arrested again. For a ridiculous reason,” he shouts.
Thankfully, I’m numb. The volume of his voice doesn’t startle me.
“What ridiculous reason?”
“They think I tried to drug you,” Dash rolls his eyes.
“You didn’t?”
“No,” Dash shakes his head. “Must have been that douchey bartender.”
“Hmm,” I act like I’m considering this. “Then, why did he wait until you were sitting next to me to try it?”
“Because everyone knows those drugs work better in a sweet drink,” Dash shrugs. “You were drinking a clear cocktail that wasn’t sweet.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “How long were you at the bar watching?”
He raises a shoulder. “A few minutes. I waited to see if your fiancé was with you.”
“How did you know where we’d be?”
Dash shows all of his teeth at me. “You have your secrets. I have mine, Lina.”
“Fair enough.”
I fold my hands together on the table. Dash stares at me for a few minutes, waiting for me to speak. I don’t give him the satisfaction.
