Let Her Forget by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blake Pierce
Published: 2023-10-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh, clinical glow over the interrogation room. Jake watched Darrell Sloane closely as he sat shackled to the cold metal table, his filthy clothes and unkempt appearance making him look every bit the part of a twisted murderer. The stench of death clung to him, turning Jake's stomach and only fueling his determination to get to the truth.

"Okay, Darrell," Jake began, his voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Two people were found dead in the same forest you've been caught illegally hunting in. Both their bodies were covered with corpse fauna – the same kind you farm."

Darrell's eyes darted away, avoiding Jake's gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, his voice gruff and defensive.

"Cut the crap, Darrell!" Jake interjected sharply, patience running thin. "We have evidence linking you to these murders. You can either cooperate with us now, or this will get a whole lot worse for you."

Jake watched as Darrell's fists clenched under the table, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. The man was wound tight, like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment.

"Look, it ain't me," Darrell growled, finally meeting Jake's eyes. "I don't know nothin' about no murders."

"Then how do you explain the victims being covered in your bugs?" Jake pressed, leaning in closer, trying to break through Darrell's stubborn defiance.

Jake slid a photo of Nadine Howe across the table, her lifeless eyes staring accusingly at Darrell.

"How about her? Ever seen this woman before?" he asked, his tone icy and firm.

Darrell picked up the photo with dirty fingers, examining it closely. "No," he said flatly, dropping it back on the table as if it were trash. "Never laid eyes on her."

"Really?" Jake challenged, narrowing his eyes. "Because she was found in the same forest where you've been hunting illegally, covered in the very insects you farm." He leaned in closer, studying Darrell's reaction as Fiona watched from the sidelines, her gaze sharp and focused.

"Like I said, I don't know her," Darrell repeated, his voice strained but unyielding.

Unsatisfied, Jake produced another photograph, this time of Harry Green, an innocent hiker who had met a similarly gruesome end. "And how about him? Just a guy who enjoyed hiking. Struck from behind and left to die, with your bugs feasting on him."

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of the accusation hang in the air.

"You're familiar with how corpse fauna can speed up the decomposition process, aren't you, Darrell?" Fiona asked.

Darrell's face reddened as he glanced at the picture, then back at Jake. His jaw clenched, but he maintained his denial. "I didn't kill these people. I just farm insects, that's all."

“And yet insects from your farm were on their bodies,” Jake said.

Darrell's eyes narrowed as he leaned back in the metal chair, arms crossed defensively over his chest. "Look, I'm telling you, I never killed anyone. I only ever hunted in that forest because there were so many deer. I needed the corpses to feed my insects.

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