Chapter 19
"Well Dylan, we've got some bad news and some more bad news," Fin started the conversation. Elliot was trying to portray the strong silent type, standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest, behind Dylan's seat at the interrogation table. A nice little reminder to their perp that there was someone else in the room, but also hoping that it made him nervous.
"I wasn't doing anything wrong," Dylan argued.
"What do you call logging into a Facebook account that wasn't yours? How'd you get that password?" Fin wanted to know.
"Think very carefully before you answer that one," Elliot spoke up. Dylan turned to look at him.
"While you're answering that question, why don't you tell us about your cousin Drew?" Fin pressed, which caused Dylan to turn back around to the Sergeant.
"What about him?" Dylan asked.
"He's dead, but we're pretty sure you already knew that," Elliot spoke again and again Dylan turned around.
"It gets worse. That lady whose Facebook account you were on, was attacked the other day and left for dead," Fin swiveled the perpetrator's attention back to him.
"You think I have something to do with all of these horrible things?" Dylan asked.
"You're related to the one victim and you hacked the Facebook account of the other one. What was that other thing?" Elliot wanted to know.
"Oh yeah, you're dating the assaulted victim's former friend," Fin said.
"Oh yeah," Elliot said.
"What are you talking about?" Dylan asked.
"You telling me that you already forgot about Caitlin? The chick you closed down a bar with?" Fin gave him a look.
"I have a curfew. I'm not closing down any bars," Dylan said.
"Then why would she say that?" Elliot wondered.
"Look, I know I have my issues but that Caitlin girl… there is something wrong with her," the parolee said.
"Kind of the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?" Elliot leaned closer to Dylan.
"We met in a bar on my night off. We shared a few drinks. She seemed like fun, but I had to make curfew, so I called it a night in plenty of time. The next day I'm heading out to work and she was out on the sidewalk in front of the halfway house," Dylan explained.
"So, what did you do?" Fin wanted to know.
"I told her that we'd had fun, but I had to go to work. She tried to get me to no call, no show, which would get me in trouble with my parole officer and the halfway house. So, I told her my next day off was a few days away if she wanted to hang out again," Dylan continued.
"And you just went to work?" Elliot questioned.
"Why would I throw my parole away for some chick I just met?" Dylan asked.
"Because she had access to your archnemesis, Detective Klass," Fin said.
"I'd have to be some kind of stupid to try and go after the detective while I'm on parole, wouldn't I?" The felon gave them a look.
"You accessed the hacked Facebook page and left the webcam on. I'm not thinking you're as smart as you think you are," Fin told him.
"Why did your cousin have your burner phone number?" Elliot suddenly asked him.
"I reached out to him. I thought he could help me get a better job. I don't know who killed him, I swear," Dylan said.
"Would he have known Caitlin?" Fin wanted to know.
"I don't see how. We only went out on a couple of dates. I tried to separate myself from her once I realized she was nuts," Dylan told them.
"How nuts are we talking?" Elliot asked.
"At first, she just wanted to hack into her friend's Facebook page so she could screw with the friends list and lock her friend out of the account. Seemed kind of childish but I figured it was just a stupid beef. So, we got Lance to help us. Then she started talking about harming the dog that her friend dog-sat. I told her that the dog didn't do anything to her, why would she hurt the dog? Then she tells me that the dog belongs to Detective Klass," Dylan said.
"And that's when you wanted into her wacky plan," Fin challenged him.
"No. Like I said, I'm not ruining my chances on staying out to screw with the detective," the felon shook his head.
"Klass tells us that you were one of the angriest guys she'd ever seen after you were convicted. You telling us that you didn't want revenge?" Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"Look, I did some digging of my own once Caitlin mentioned her. I read that she got shot and I figured that's why she got the dog. Someone did me the favor of screwing her up, seemed like she didn't need to be messed with. Besides, I read her partner died in the war. What could I possibly do to her that would be worse than losing her partner? Why would I use my newfound freedom to waste my time? Caitlin didn't want to hear that. She wanted revenge for her friend protecting the dog. I told her she was nuts and that I wanted no part of whatever she was planning. That's when she tells me, I'll do as she says or she'll call my parole officer," Dylan said.
"What did she want you to do?" Fin asked.
"She wanted me to take my revenge by helping her take hers," the felon told him.
"How much did Drew really know? Why did he have to die?" Elliot pressed.
"I think I want that lawyer now," Dylan said.
To Be Continued…