The police arrived quickly with two ambulances, and then they called the morgue. Rory gave them the version of events he, Hunter, and Luke concocted. Their next call was to the FBI. I’ve been anticipating their arrival because I don’t know who they’ll send.
A drop of relief pools inside me when I spot Agent Asher Dawson approaching, accompanied by Zane Kingston.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Asher greets.
I dip my head. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.”
Which is true. The EMT told me that the cuts on my thigh and hands are superficial and don’t need stitches. It took awhile to disinfect and clean my wounds, though. Dried blood is difficult to remove.
“Before we start, would you like your lawyer present?” Zane questions.
It takes me a moment to remember that they all know each other. “No, I’m okay.”
Zane exhales. “He wanted us to check before we started asking questions.”
Asher clears his throat. “With that out of the way, can you tell me what happened here?”
Luke starts, “We were made aware of Savannah’s location?—”
“How?” Asher questions, but Zane elbows him, stopping that line of questioning.
“And we hurried right over. When we got here, John was pointing a gun at Savannah. He said he was going to shoot her, so I shot him first.”
Zane studies each of us closely. “That’s how it happened?”
Rory nods. “Exactly.”
Asher asks the next question. “What about the other guy?”
“That’s Jeremy Milton.” I take a steadying breath. “He was John’s attorney. He was the copycat.”
Asher frowns. “What makes you say that?”
“He told me,” I state plainly.
Zane scribbles in his notepad, then looks up. “Did he tell you anything else?”
“He implied that he’s the Ripper of Albany,” I add.
Asher’s eyes become impossibly wide. “Shit.”
“Wow,” Zane whispers.
Rory looks at me with a puzzled look. “You didn’t tell us that.”
Rubbing my eyes, I reply, “I just remembered.”
Asher turns to Zane. “I’ll make the call tomorrow.”
Hunter squints at Asher and Zane. “How did John escape a maximum-security prison?”
Luke glances around. “Yeah, I thought Green Haven was locked down tight.”
“Brad Gill, the prison guard,” Zane answers with a frustrated huff.
Rory’s jaw goes slack. “The one you thought was the copycat?”
Asher’s upper lip pulls to one side. “Yeah, him. He had made a copy of his keys and gave them to John. He even gave John one of his uniforms. John was able to walk out the front door.”
