Chapter 6: In the Lion's Den

"My client isn't saying anything, so this is a waste of time!" Edward Weissman said. Seconds before, Don and I had entered the interview room, where Weissman and Dailey had been sitting.

"Yeah well his whole house is a crime scene so you have no choice but to answer our questions," I said still stating my ground in this case.

"Michael don't say anything, get that?" Weissman spoke to his client. Obviously Dailey had some money because I know from my dad that Weissman wasn't one of the budget lawyers.

"Okay…" Dailey said. He knew that he was in the wrong but it would just be my luck to get kicked off the case because of the lawyer! God I really hated them sometimes.

"Like the Detective said, he has no choice!" Don jumped to my assistance as he knew I was struggling to keep my anger in.

"Right, Michael Dailey, I'm Detective Zoey Taylor and this is Detective Don Flack. We are going to interview you right now because we found a mass of incriminating evidence in your home. Do you understand what I am saying?" I asked wanting to get it over and done with. He nodded in response to my question. He was clearly afraid as the hand that was on the table was trembling slightly and his eye's couldn't stay focused on my own.

"Okay, let's begin. I along with another of my colleagues removed these items from your home, can you confirm this bedspread to be yours?" I showed him the picture of the semen and blood stained bed sheets. He just nodded again.

"This is ridiculous, Taylor you can't seriously be using this against him. These bed sheets are so common they could be from anywhere, could be anyone's. I can't believe you are using these!" Edward Weissman exploded at me.

"Yes I am seriously using these, I am following the evidence, doing my job and right now you are preventing me from doing that. You're client has quite clearly identified the item's to be his. Now I suggest you sit down and shut up, unless you want me to get you taken out of here and put behind the glass!" Edward did what I asked mumbling a small 'Sorry,' as he did it.

"Now Michael can you confirm that these all belong to you?" I asked pulling out several photographs, which had various items on… Knives, carpets, sponge, etc…

"Yes, they are mine," He replied.

"Right then, I can tell you that the elimination prints we took from you were a match to those found on these items. And you're DNA matched the DNA found on our victim and on other 12 cold case victims. So did you kill them?" I asked certifying myself more as I said each thing.

"No. I didn't kill anybody!" He said in a tone that I almost would have believed if it wasn't for the fact that he was showing signs of lying; looking down, fiddling with his hands and him being defensive. I looked at Don who was behind him, and he nodded encouragingly as if to say: 'go for it…'

I asked again, "Did you kill these women?" Showing photographs of 13 dead women.

"YES! OKAY! I DID KILL THEM! EVERYONE OF THEM BITCHES DESERVED TO DIE!" Dailey sat back into his seat and looked me dead in the eye. A smile was on his lips the kind that I was used to seeing. Then he said quietly, "You look a lot like them… You wanna see what I did to them personally?" The smile that started off grew bigger. It reminded me of a clown's smile, 'God, I hate clown's!'

After he said it Don exploded and screamed at him, "GET UP NOW!" After cuffing him and reciting him his rights he got Officer Smith to take him down to lock-up and finally said to me, "You okay?"

It took a moment to register what he had asked me before using the simple reply of "yeah…"

"We still on for tonight," obviously he had a much better short-term memory than me.

"Erm, yeah, just let me get finished up on this paper-work, 'kay?"

"See you about 7?" I glanced at my watch, it was 5:30 now.

"Yeah, that's fine, see you at 7…" I called over my shoulder as he headed towards his desk and I headed towards the elevator.

Pressing the familiar button the lift started heading up towards the crime lab, where I would finish up my paperwork and try to look a whole hell of a lot nicer than what I did at the minute…

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P.S. Sorry it took so long for chapter 6, small case of writers block! But here it is so enjoy.

Lauren