The Art of Good and Evil by Lee McIntyre

Author:Lee McIntyre [McIntyre, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64062-149-7
Publisher: Braveship Books
Published: 2021-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 47

Sitting on the bed in his cell in the infirmary unit, Jonathan had gotten used to the routine after the second day. By the fifth day, he started to wonder whether maybe this place made people insane even if they weren’t when they got here. Every fifteen minutes a face would fill the tiny window in his door and peer in, making sure that he was all right. With padded walls, no sheets or towels — in fact, no clothes that couldn’t be torn to pieces with his bare hands — and only shower sandals for his feet, the whole thing was a circus. What were they afraid of, that he was going to strangle himself?

Jonathan hopped off the bed and crawled on his hands and knees to the door. He waited under the tiny window until he heard footsteps. When the guard peeked in and didn’t see Jonathan, he started to grab for his keys.

Jonathan popped up like a jack in the box, so that his face filled the window for a change.

The guard dropped his keys. “Goddamn loony bin. Always something,” he said.

Jonathan walked back over to his bed and sat down. He quite agreed. If this was a taste of what he could expect in a mental hospital, prison was definitely the way to go.

Day by day, it looked ever more likely that prison was where he was headed. No word yet from Constance. Luke had sent an emergency message to him that first night, which finally came through the guard station. Dad in hospital again. Mom distraught. Need to fix things here then will come ASAP. Stay strong.

Except for visits from Elaine, Jonathan’s only diversion had come when a mental health aide showed up to get a cheek swab so that they’d have a sample of his DNA. Elaine had warned him about the swab. She said it was a civil liberties nightmare, but she couldn’t do anything about it. It was legal. Being arrested canceled all sorts of rights.

Although Jonathan didn’t tell Elaine, he knew exactly what the cheek swab was for. It wouldn’t take much to match the sample to the bandage at the Devlin killing. That would place him at the scene. Along with the internet searches, the email to Watts, the fact that they had caught him red-handed trying to shove cyanide down a child molester’s throat — well, their case against him was pretty good. Hell, maybe by now they had the gun too. Plus he was going to confess. How much easier could it get for them?

He could confess and skip the trial, but that would rob him of his chance to testify. Jonathan wasn’t going to deny that he’d killed Huggins and Crenshaw, or that he’d had a hand in killing Devlin. But he was damned if he was going to let them claim that he’d done anything wrong. The real question wasn’t whether he had killed those men, it was why dozens of other people hadn’t done it before him.

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