With his hands on the cold, steel table, Bernard Conner, the bartender, sat silently as Mac walked behind him.
"What is an Ivy League scholar like you doing robbing banks and killing people?" Mac asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Bernard said.
"You shot a police officer" Mac said. "Surveillance tape confirms the testimony of Detective Messer, his shooter had a tattoo on his arm, just like yours"
"Popular tattoo, I guess" Bernard answered.
"We opened your locker at the bar" Mac continued "We found the gun --- Evelyn Weisman's gun --- the same gun used to shoot Detective Messer and killed those people in the armored van"
Bernard just sat there silent. "I didn't kill nobody"
Lindsay enters the room, carrying a plastic bag.
"Just searched your apartment, Mr. Conner" Lindsay said. "You see, we can hack into your system too. We found your safe. And in it…"
Lindsay dropped the plastic bag on the table. The weight of its contents made loud bang.
"Evelyn Weisman's jewels."
Bernard shook his head.
"Evelyn Weisman prided herself of being a techie at her age, but she's nowhere near your league, Bernard. Hacked into a highly classified database while still in college. Evelyn Weisman's email would have been too easy" Mac said.
Lindsay took over. "You saw Ms. Weisman's correspondence with the Washington bank. You knew the jewels were going to be transferred to Jefferson National, the exact date and time. So you hired two thugs to help you"
"Only you didn't know that the plane was running late. So you got to the bank too early" Mac said. "Went home, perhaps hacked yet again to the bank's database, and saw the bank's tracking system for their armored vans. You knew where to hit".
"Why the elaborate setup?" Lindsay asked. "You were Evelyn Weisman's boytoy, you could have anything you want"
"Not everything!" Bernard screamed.
"That's right" Mac answered. "We checked Evelyn's email. She hired a lawyer to draw up her will. She's sick".
"Her most important possessions --- her jewels --- she was going to leave to Gregory and Don Flack" Lindsay said. "Not to you"
"I loved her". Bernard said. He finally looks up. "But she refused to marry me. She said I could never take care of her the way she wanted to. She said she was a queen who needed a warrior. And I was just a jester."
"Evelyn had put everything in place in time for her death, everything except the jewels" Mac said. "You thought if the jewels were stolen, father and son won't get anything."
Bernard looked at Mac.
"Her email didn't need hacking" Bernard started. "Passwords were too easy. Email password. 102071. ATM PIN code. 102071. Access code to her answering machine. 102071. Code to her safety deposit box. 102071"
Bernard paused. "The day she married Gregory Flack"