Tyson closed his eyes and evaluated all the outcomes that could possibly happen, and arrived at the same conclusion McHale did, albeit through different channels. "Where should I start?" McHale had trouble quelling the same emotions he had experienced when the DNA was confirmed a match.
"How about the beginning, with Alison."
"Yeah, I strangled that two timing slut. She was mine; and then she went behind my back with Castle. When someone betrays you like that, they deserve to be punished." McHale, closed his eyes, hating the fact that he would have to endure the entirety of 3XK's murderous tales, and in detail.
"I need more than that, I need details. What about the rope? Did you use that to kill her as well?"
"Ahhh yes, the rope." Tyson reveled in the memory, drawing a deep breath in through his nose." Well, after Alison, it was the closest thing I could find to what I used to kill her."
"Which was?"
"I snuck in the hospital dressed like a nurse, the drawstring of their scrubs was a green and white nylon rope, but it wasn't as thick, that's why it cuts so deep in her neck. She didn't even flinch or fight back, she was sedated; I was in and out like a ghost." Tyson's pleasure unnerved McHale.
"Hardly like a ghost. Did you forget about Alison's son?" Tyson let out an uproarious spat of laughter.
"Look, I'll tell you whatever you want to know about the murders I committed, but the kid wasn't me. Not my style." McHale swallowed deeply, trying to dispel the growing knot in his stomach, his bravado morphed to confusion and frustration, but not so far as to knock McHale away from the task at hand.
"Well then, who was it?"
"I may be a king backed into a corner, but my queen is still out on the board, and if recent events are any indication of the future, she's just started making her moves."
"Who is she?"
"An … associate; who likes to … cut things up. And that's all I'm going to say, that's not part of the deal." McHale abandoned the line of questioning and pressed on. He sat arms folded, listening to the grizzly details of Tyson's murders, until he had finished. "Satisfied? How about you hand me a pen so we can get this over with?" McHale mustered as much of a smile as any man could after hearing what he had, the details of fifteen murders either carried out, or orchestrated by the monster across the table.\
"More than you know." McHale stood and collected his files, after which he leaned his back to the observation room glass, and reached to his earlobe, rubbing it in an inconspicuous manner. Inside observation, Kate reached back to the intercom, pressing the button once more, letting the audio stream to their ears.
"Kate, I'm confused, do you want me to hear this or not. Furthermore, you were right, I'm not sure I can handle it." Beckett shot back a mischievous smile.
"That was a signal, He's got the confession. But this part he wants us to hear."