Wild Surge by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2020-04-26T16:00:00+00:00

21

We let Charlie Knox stew in the interrogation room a little while. I entered with a file folder that contained several photographs. On the table in front of Charlie, I set pictures of Reese Jordan, Lauren James, and Heather Newman—smiling headshots of the pretty girls in their full beauty.

Next to those images, I laid out contrasting pieces. Gruesome pics of their autopsy photos. Lifeless, decomposing remains, with deep bruises around their necks.

It was a gamble. Some serial killers would derive a sense of satisfaction seeing the grisly remains of their victims. I didn't want to give the perp any joy, but I needed to see his reaction to the photos.

Knox was a cool customer. He gave nothing away with his expression. He looked over the ghastly photos like they were pictures of flowers. His dark, brooding eyes gazed up at me after a moment of scanning the images. "What does this have to do with me?"

I stifled a scoff. My brow arched with incredulity. "You tell me."

"I already told you that I was with Heather the night she disappeared. She was in my van. We had sex. That's not a crime."

"Do you know the other two women?"

His calculating eyes stared me down for a long moment. "They look familiar."

"I bet they do." I was almost shocked he admitted to knowing the other two. Almost. He was trying to hedge his bets. It was a gamble. But he probably knew we had found something.

"Do you know their names?" I asked.

"If I recall correctly, her name is Lauren," he said, pointing to her picture.

"And what about this girl?" I asked, motioning to Reese Jordan, the first victim.

"I don't recall her name."

"But you knew her," I said.

"I didn't really know her. We met briefly. I meet a lot of people at the bar."

"Is that where you met her?"

"Yeah," he said.

"What was the extent of your relationship with Reese?"

"I wouldn't call it a relationship."

"What would you call it?"

"I meet a lot of girls in the bar. She came in one night and flirted with me. I thought she was pretty. I gave her free drinks all night. She met me after close, and we hooked up."

"So, you admit to having sex with her?" I asked.

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Then you strangled her and dumped her in the water. Or, maybe you strangled her, had sex with her, then dumped her in the water?"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips, and he shook his head. "I had sex with her. That's all! I didn't strangle her!"

"What happened after you had sex with her?"

"She left. What she did after that, I don't know."

"She went her way, and you went yours?" I said.

"That's how hookups work."

"And you had no plans of ever seeing her again?" I asked.

"Last I checked, that's not a crime."

"And what about Lauren James," I asked, pointing to her picture.

"I got off early one night. I decided to walk the strip and hit a few bars."

"You got off early during spring break?" I asked, skeptical.

"Yeah. I had been pulling doubles all week, and I was dead tired.

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