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CHAPTER NINE
DOINK-DOINK
"She was stabbed three times and had a lot of her hair ripped out. Her murderer poured sulfuric acid into her wounds. She's been dead for a couple of days."
Warner was explaining to Caroline and Olivia what happened to Melissa. The remains of the chubby woman lay on the table, cold and still.
"Was she raped?" asked Caroline.
"No. There's no sign of sexual trauma at all. But I can tell you about the weapon now."
"Yes?"
"She was stabbed with a pair of scissors. Big ones, like the kind you'd use to cut fabric. Based on the shape of the wounds, my assumption is that they were the kind with an attached seam ripper."
"A seam ripper?" said Caroline. "Those are like little daggers themselves."
"And look what we found near the dumpster," said Warner, showing them.
"Idiot leaves the weapon behind?"
"Idiot also leaves a perfect thumbprint and some of his own DNA."
"How did his DNA get on the scissors?" asked Olivia.
"He pricked himself on the seam ripper. I checked the DNA. It's a match for Jessica, meaning it comes from the same family."
Warner put the scissors down and picked up a soda can.
"This," she continued. "Was a soda Mr. Turner enjoyed the day he was arrested. It was found in the hotel room where he was keeping his wife and son hostage. I compared the DNA."
"And?"
"It was a match. Turner is definitely the murderer of Melissa Volley and his daughter Jessica."
"And Jessica's rapist as well."
"Well, no, actually," said Warner. "The semen I found inside Jessica didn't match Mr. Turner."
"Who else could it be?" asked Caroline.
"I don't know," said Warner. "But I hope you find him before he strikes again."
"Well, well, well," said Munch calmly, looking Mr. Turner right in the eye. "We just got some very interesting information about Melissa Volley."
"Did you find her?" asked Mr. Turner eagerly. "Is she okay?"
"We both know she's not."
Turner leaned back in his chair. "Did she die?"
"You killed her, you sick bastard, just like you killed your little girl!"
"No! I never touched her."
"Explain how your DNA was all over the murder weapon, which you were too stupid to hide! You left it there, covered in her blood, with some of your own on it."
Turner was silent.
"That's right. We found your DNA on the murder weapon and on Jessica's wounds. Now explain to me why you felt the need to pour acid into the stabs."
Turner still didn't speak. Munch got very close to him.
"Listen to me. You better start talking right now or it's only going to be worse. You come clean. Now," Munch pulled away and crossed the room, crossing his arms.
"All right!" Turner looked as though he was about to freak out. "I did it. I had to!"
"Why did you have to kill your own flesh and blood?"
"BECAUSE THE BITCH WAS TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!"
Turner threw his chair across the room, almost hitting Munch. Elliot burst into the room and restrained Turner against the table.
"Munch, go on. I got this."
"No. I want to hear what he has to say. What justification could this jackass possibly have for killing his six-year-old girl?"
"Allison," Turner panted. "Was leaving me. She was taking Alan and Jessica with her. I heard her talking on the phone one night. She said she'd take Jessica to Central Park for Elena Monceau to pick up. I was pissed."
"You were pissed?" Munch repeated incredulously. "You were so pissed that you killed?"
"I'd never see my baby again! I went to meet Melissa and Jessica at the park. I wanted to talk things over. I took them for a walk…and Melissa kept on evading my questions. I pushed her into the trunk of my car."
"Then what?" asked Elliot.
"I kept trying to get Jessica to be quiet. She wouldn't stop screaming. I had morphine with me, just in case…I got a doctor friend who gave it to me. I gave it to Jessica. But I realized that I wouldn't get away with just taking her, so I took her back to the park. I left her by the swings."
"After stabbing her."
"Yes." Turner had started to cry. "I never meant to, but she just kept crying. I saw the police coming up the path. I knew they hadn't seen me, but I left anyway. I was scared they would catch me."
"And they did!" Elliot yelled. "We caught you, George! You're through! Now explain to us why you raped and killed your daughter!"
"I never meant to hurt her," Turner sobbed. "I'm sick. I can't help myself. I don't know how to control it."
"If you couldn't have her, nobody could, right?"
"I don't know!"
"Got a little possessive, did you? Were you going to do the same to your wife?"
"Who else did you let have intercourse with Jessica?" Munch demanded. "We found someone else's DNA inside her. Alan says he heard you rape her, so who else did you let rape her?"
"No one," said Turner.
"You're lying, George. You tell me now! Who else raped your daughter!"
"My son!" Turner shouted. "Alan!"
The silence that followed was deafening.
