Don sat in an interrogation room in the state prison. Max strolled in with a guard, who sat him across from Don.
"Well, well," Max said to Don smugly. "Just couldn't stay away, huh?" Don grinned back. The guard went to leave but Don motioned for him to stay.
"Don't go far," Don told him. "This won't take long." The guard stood by the door.
"Aww, and I was hoping you'd come for a conjugal visit," Max teased. "How's your search going?"
Don smirked. "We found Joseph Randall, and Jennifer Talworth." Max's face dropped.
"You're lying," he said. Don leaned in.
"No, actually we found the house you told him was vacant. 315 Rhodes Lane, right? Joseph Randall put up a fight but we apprehended him. And we found Jennifer alive." Don opened a file of photos and laid them out in front of Max. They were photos of bodies dug up from dirt. "Your pal Joseph was very willing to cooperate once we told him you ratted him out."
"I didn't rat him out!" Max exclaimed.
"Right, but he doesn't know that," Don replied. "He told us how you killed all these women for him. Even pointed us to where you hid the bodies. With evidence like this, I doubt you'll escape the needle."
"We made a deal," Max said, starting to sweat. "You and that bitch DEA can't go back on it!"
Don stood up and closed the file. "Oh, we don't have to. See, some of the first women you killed with Joseph were in Texas. The Austin Police Department is very anxious to try you for your crimes there. Pending federal and state charges, we've agreed to hand you off to them provided that your sentence meets the minimum of life in prison without parole. I doubt they'll be as lenient as we were. Goodbye, Max." Don turned to leave. Max jumped up to grab him but the guard wrestled him down.
"You son of a bitch," Max screamed angrily. "You can't do this to me!" Don opened the door so the guard could take Max out.
"How did you do it?" Max asked frantically. "How did you find them?" Don smiled as Max was dragged away.
"Math doesn't lie," he replied.