125 Aiming for a Confession (1/2)

”I feel like he is up to something. Something bad. And it has to do with you.” I stared ahead. ”He is playing a game with us. He is calling up families who are involved with the mysterious man… the one going around the city inspiring people to give in to their instinct to kill.”

”And what better way to do it than to inspire them and then take their money to defend them in court?” Sebastian asked.

”It just doesn't fit. The pompous nature and superiority complex does, but our previous descriptions and criminal profile don't match.” It was frustrating.

”Sometimes, profiles don't match,” he told me. ”But I am of the same opinion. So far, he doesn't look like the person we are looking for, but we can't have our guard down. Not yet.”

”You need to tell me why. Don't leave me hanging,” I said quietly.

Sebastian looked at me from the corner of his eyes. ”Well, while the god-complex guy was trying to be known to us, he was playing a game of hide and seek. He is not an attention seeker, though. Collins is a classic attention-seeker, a cartoon villain if you will. He likes to take big cases and make a point. It's not god complex… it's inferiority that drives him.”

I took a sip of my now cool coffee. Indeed, when I drank it at normal temperature, it tasted horrible. I scrunched my brow but continued to take another sip.

”I need to go over security footage and hopefully, we will find something substantial to get a confession out.”

Sebastian patted my back. ”I'll go back to writing a report on the multiple arson cases that I just solved.”

I chuckled. ”They really are making you do all the cold cases irrespective of them being a serial killer or not!” I had to give it to him, though. He was being really nice and solving them without a fuss.

”Yes. They're abusing me thoroughly,” he groaned.

”And why are you putting up with it?” I asked casually. It was unlike him to put up with things he hated doing.

”Well, the only way I can remain close to you and see you every other hour is if I work in the station.” He looked at me like a lost puppy and I covered my mouth with my hand in surprise.

”You've been reading a lot of romance books, haven't you? So corny!” I commented.

”The least I can do to affirm my emotions, Evie.” He patted the top of my head. ”Will you be pulling an all-nighter again?” he asked.

”I think I will. What will you do?”

He shrugged. ”I am too tired to cook tonight. I'll order in and keep some aside for you. I will bring it in for breakfast tomorrow. I doubt you'll get up to grab food while you work.”

”Get back to your work, I'll finish mine and apprehend this bastard,” I smirked.

”You're getting uncannily confident about these cases. We need to keep a check on that,” he teased softly, ruffling my hair. ”You'll be really famous if you get a confession out of him, will I have to fend off men with a stick after that?” he wondered.

”Get going and put your thoughts to good use,” I warned playfully.

”Yes, Ma'am.” I chuckled as he left.

When I entered the office, Nash was going through papers. ”You're finally here!” He sighed.

”Is it good news?” I asked, going to his side and peering at the paperwork. It was the footprint analysis. Shoe size was a match and Nash had already secured the list of people who had bought the shoe in the city.

”Yes. His name is on the list and we have further proof because he posted about his new shoes all over his social media. I already saved it and took print outs of them for you to use. As for the CCTV, I watched all evening and someone did go into the house through the backyard.”

He turned the screen to me. I looked at the screen. I couldn't see the numberplate on it, but the man who appeared out of the car had the same stature and gait as McCain.

He was in the house for half an hour before he rushed out and drove off in the car.

”We need to confirm the car model with his and follow it to see where it goes, don't we?” I asked, feeling uneasy.

”I am worried that he already got rid of the murder weapon. That would have been crucial information,” Nash commented as he played with the pen.

”For now, let's get the traffic footage and see where the car goes. If we can prove that he was not in his house that day, it would do us a huge favor,” I supplied helpfully.