We stepped to the dock, and I escorted him back to the parking lot. By that time, Mendoza had pulled in. He drove the squad car around to greet us.
I stuffed Luther in the back, then followed them down to the station.
After Luther was processed and printed, I joined him in the interrogation room and took a seat across the table.
He didn’t look scared or nervous. Just calm and resigned.
“Why did you kill Cody and Evelyn?”
Luther shrugged. “I don’t know. I wanted the voices to stop, but they didn’t.”
“Tell me about these voices.”
“I just… I get bad thoughts.”
“Like violent thoughts?”
“I don’t know. I’ll just have the urge to do something. It’s like someone’s telling me to do it. Then I think what would happen if I just did that?”
“Give me an example.”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the table.
“Did you just have the urge to kill Evelyn because you couldn’t have her?”
“No!” he said with a wrinkled brow.
“Then why did you kill her?”
“I don’t know.” He paused. “I’ll be out at the grocery store, and I’ll see a hot girl wearing yoga pants, and I’ll just want to grab her ass. And I think, what would happen if I just did it?”
“You’d get slapped and charged with sexual battery.”
He frowned. “Sometimes I’ll see a knife, and I wonder what would happen if I just stabbed someone.”
“You’d get charged with attempted murder, at minimum.”
“It’s like when I look over a balcony. Sometimes I want to jump, and it just freaks me out.”
“Are you depressed?”
Luther shook his head. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Where’s the gun?”
“I don’t know.”
"You must have hidden it somewhere. It's not on the boat.”
Luther said nothing.
"Did you throw it overboard? Is it in the water?"
After a beat, he nodded and said, "Yeah. I threw it in the ocean.”
"Where? In the marina?”
Luther hesitated again. “Yeah.”
