The Pain Nurse - [26]
“I didn’t!” His voice was a mechanical hiss.
“I guess you got scared when we looked at the logical suspect, the estranged husband. Pretty dumb for a cop, if you ask me, because we always look at the husband first.”
“I was on duty…”
“That was your first lie to us.”
“Well, shit, so I was with Darlene. It wouldn’t be the first time a married cop saw his girlfriend on his dinner break. She told you I was there.”
“Yeah. I’m sure your little white-trash girlfriend was as afraid of you as your wife was. Or was she an accomplice? But we caught you in a lie about where you were the day your wife was murdered. I hate cops that lie. If they lie about one thing they’ll lie about the important things, too.”
“I was a good cop.” Chambers swallowed the words.
Will said, “I just never understood the others.”
“What?”
“The other women. Jill Kelly. Lisa Schultz.”
He moved up to Chambers, making him dance his toes away from the wheels, vaguely aware of his foolhardiness. “I mean, if you were going to tamper with the DNA and implicate Factor, why kill those other women? Why turn the beef with your wife into a serial killing that had the whole city terrified?”
“Factor raped her and killed her. He killed all those girls. It was his semen. A jury said so.”
“It was his semen with Theresa. That’s the only one he was convicted for. Craig Factor had a rap sheet as a Peeping Tom. He’d never even been arrested for a violent offense.”
“Who the hell knows what makes a psycho snap.”
“Yeah, you should know, Marion. Two other women all killed the same way. Their clothes neatly folded. Very violent knife attack. The knife wiped clean of prints and hidden in the same room. They had been raped, the same as Theresa. Only, the funny thing, there was no semen. You made them take showers before you killed them? And the mutilation. You especially liked that, right? Got your dick all hard, that sense of power.”
“You say. Nobody believed that.”
“Don’t kid yourself. Who else could have done it? By the time the second murder happened, we were all over Mount Adams with stakeouts. Everybody was locked in their houses after dark. But the killings went on. Who else could do that but a cop, somebody who knew how we worked and could monitor our radio frequencies. Somebody who could get a woman to open her door.”
“Get the fuck away from me.” Chambers sidestepped him and stood at a distance.
“I’m just a guy in the hospital, remember? Just a curious guy. For awhile I wondered how you got Factor’s semen. How’d you do that, Marion? Or did you get one of your corrupt buddies in the evidence room to tamper with the DNA?”
Chambers’ eyes were bright with hate. His hands beat a silent tempo at his side. “You’re out of your mind, Borders. This is over, done.”
“No, Marion. We wish it were, but it just can’t stop, can it? You can’t stop. What was your connection to Dr. Lustig?”
“I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about now. All I know is I was exonerated. I always said a nigger broke in and raped her and killed her, and who’d it turn out to be? Nearly had a riot in Liberty Hill, I hear, when you and Dodds chased Craig Factor down in the street and arrested him. Somehow that wasn’t good enough for you. But the killings stopped when Factor was busted.” Chambers stepped aside and moved five paces away.
“I always wondered if you had a hard-on for me because I fucked your wife,” he added. “But I didn’t think you ever knew.”
“We’re talking about you. Why you killed those other women. Why you started again. You came down into the hospital basement on Friday night and did the same thing to Dr. Christine Lustig. Did you even know her name?”
“What are you talking about?” Chambers refused to look at him.
“Did you pick her like you picked the other ones? Remember, anything you say can and will be used against you. You also have the right to an attorney.”
“Eat shit!”
“Christine Lustig. It was your style, Marion. The whole thing, right down to how the knife was stashed. It was you, all over again.” Will studied his face for any telltales, seeing a moon of rage. But he was breathing deeply and sweating, even though the corridor was chill. It was just like those hours after the first homicide when Will and Dodds had tried to break him. Before command had told them to back off, and then the other killings had started. Will let silence fill the space between them for one minute, then two.
“She even looked like Theresa.”
His eyelid. That involuntary flutter.
“You’re done, Borders.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s reality, asshole. Look at yourself.” He spat on the floor in front of the wheelchair.
“But we never answered that why. The criminal mind, you know? Why the other women, when you could have just tampered with Theresa’s sample and gotten off.”
“You tell me, Sherlock.”
“I just figure you got a taste for it…Marion. That happens with some killers. Some are full of remorse the minute the killing is done. And some, well, they get a taste for it.”
“Well you have all the answers.” His voice was low and gravelly, yet it echoed strangely through the hallway.
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