"Why did you do it Bobby? What did they do to you?" Stella asked slamming the two photographs of the deceased on the table. Bobby was leaning back on his chair. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled showing his rotten teeth.
"Bobby there's two way we can do this, one my way or two you trying to do it your way but ending up doing it my way. Either way I win." Flack said kicking Bobby's chair so it was on all four legs.
"I'm pleading the fifth." Bobby said smirking.
"What was it Bobby? Did you catch something? Did they spurn your advance?" Stella asked. Bobby slammed his fists on the table.
"Those whores ruined my life. My wife left me, she took my kids, I lost my job. All because they can give it out but can't take it. And that stupid little bitch friend of yours was always in the goddamn way! I should have killed her when I had the chance. Watched her life drain out of her eyes just like those other whores." Bobby almost yelled. Stella and Flack both glared at him. Flack slammed his hand on the door and a cop came in.
"Get him out of my sight." The cop went over to Bobby and cuffed him.
"What that's it? That's all you got?" Bobby asked. He looked horrified.
"You gave us all we needed to get you for two cases of murder and three of attempted murder." Stella said calmly grabbing the files and walking out. Flack followed her and they went into the side room adjacent to the interview room. Mac had his arms folded across his chest.
"He killed them all because he screwed his own life up." Mac said. Stella nodded.
"He's going down for a long time. Mac, have you been to the hospital?" Stella asked. She already knew the answer.
"I think I should stay low for a while. She made it pretty clear that she doesn't want me around." Mac said. Stella smiled slightly.
"Mac go to the hospital. She needs her big brother. Just be there for her." Stella said.