“You!” Laney exclaims. She attempts to stand, fumbling and falling back into her chair. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was truly that feeble.
Allen laughs. “This is gonna be even easier than I thought.”
“Wha—what are you doing here? How did you find me? Who’s that with you?”
“My tag team.”
“Tag team?”
“My uncle. We like to party together. We’ve got the same—interests and tastes. It also gives us an alibi if we need it.”
“He was your alibi when they questioned you about my hit and run. He was the one you were ‘out of town’ helping.”
“Yeah. That worked. Just a couple doctored photos and a neighbor willing to lie for a little blow.
“You are a quick study. I did like that about you. Your IQ didn’t compare with my one-thirty-four, but you were okay.Just too honest and pathetic. The way you mooned over your brother’s friend. It was disgusting. That bastard is next.”
“Wha—what do you mean?”
“After I add you to my collection, he’s going to join you before I move on. No one gets to make a fool of me.”
“Collection?”
“Dead men, or women, tell no tales. We have a very special hiding place.
“You mean you hide the bodies together? Which one of you is the hedonist thrill killer? You or your uncle? Or is it both of you?”
“And that’s the trait I don’t like about you. You keep digging and digging. Seriously, you really think he could compare with me?” He nods toward his uncle who already seems to have lost interest. “I’m constantly bailing him out. I’m always helping him clean up accidents.”
“Accidents?”
“I’ve always had exceptional reasoning and planning skills. Even at sixteen when some stupid bitch he was raping choked to death on his cock. He didn’t know what to do, so he called me. How do you think he’s gotten as far as he has in politics? I’m making the backroom deals, tell him what to say and he’s the public persona selling it to his clueless constituents.”
“So you have a little hidey hole for your handful of murders?”
Damn, she’s good. She’s keeping her cool and keeping him talking. The information that’s being recorded will put them both away for life.
“More than a few.” He smirks. “You know where it is. I took you there. We had a lovely picnic lunch looking out over the water. That’s when you confessed your love for your soldier friend.”
She pales. “The day you tried to force me to have sex. When you left the bruises on my neck. We... we were at the rock quarry.When we went back to my place you tried to force yourself on me.”
His face turns red. “And you kneed me, bitch. Then shoved me out the door and locked it.”
“We’re going back today. One last time.” He smiles, “For you. Stand up.”
“Ho—how many?”
“How many what?”
“How many women have your murdered?”
“Just women?”
“How many people?”
“When I wrote your name in my little black book last night you were number twenty-two. The confirmed record in our country is ninety-three. I’ve got years left to beat that number.”
“They’ll catch you.”
