"Where exactly did you toss it?”
"I'm not really sure. I was in a state of panic."
"Close to your boat?”
"No. Just someplace random.”
I gave him a doubtful look. "Walk me through exactly what happened on the day of the murders.”
Luther shifted uncomfortably. "I don't really want to talk about it.”
"I need details," I said, growing more and more skeptical. "Where did you shoot Evelyn?”
"In the parking garage.”
"How many times?”
Luther’s eyes darted around the room. "I don't remember.”
"Four?”
His eyes narrowed at me. "No. Just once.”
"Are you sure about that?” She’d been shot twice.
"Like I said, it's kind of a blur. I don't really remember."
"Tell me about when you shot Cody.”
By this time, he’d likely seen pictures and security camera footage. It was all over the Internet and the news. Somebody had leaked it. I'm sure Paris Delaney paid a handsome sum to Darryl for the footage.
Luther described the shooting just as it happened, including the details about the smoke grenade.
"What did you do after you shot the rabbit?”
"I left.”
"Which exit did you use?”
"I don't know. I don't really remember. The way I came in, I guess.”
"Which entrance was that?”
Luther grew uncomfortable. "Can we talk about this later?"
"No, we can’t talk about this later, because I don't think you killed those two people.”
Anger tensed his jaw. “How can you say that? I totally killed them!”
I just shook my head. “You can’t remember details. You got the number of shots wrong. You don’t know where you dumped the murder weapon.”
Luther swallowed hard. “I’m telling you, I killed them, and I need to be put away for life.” His eyes brimmed, and his face reddened. The veins in his forehead bulged.
“You know what I think? I think you’re facing some challenges now. I think you’re afraid you’re going to do something bad, and you want to be locked up before you do that.”
His face tightened, and the tears spilled over.
I was right over the target. “You need some help, Luther,” I said in a compassionate tone. “And I’m going to see to it that you get it.”
