Chapter 167: Infamous Rumors About His Son (2/2)

And I had it. ”I may have more questions. I'll come by if I have anything else.”

The anchor nodded enthusiastically before leading me outside.

I was finally in the car and driving back when the call came in. I blinked at the phone and put it on speaker.

”Got a name?” I asked.

”Yup. I confirmed with the prosecutor who was working on Collins' case, too. It coincides,” Nash breathed. I could hear the relief in his voice. ”I haven't said the name out loud and I have forbidden the analyst to do the same. Once you come back, we'll discuss it.”

The phone was cut and I realized that today was the day I would break all the traffic laws I would in this lifetime. I was back at the station in record time.

Nash was waiting for me at the entrance, a small smile on his lips.

We walked through the hallway with Nash talking about lunch. I didn't smile or comment, but I didn't let others know we were doing something. There were eyes on us.

It had been there since Evie went missing.

We were locked inside Nash's office and the food was brought out. The smell of lunch wafted through the air as we sat across from one another.

”Who is it?” I asked. I couldn't wait for the answer.

”Guess,” Nash joked. He knew I didn't have time for this. But I could play along. I had my suspicion. When you saw a name come up again and again, it was no coincidence.

”It's the Director-General of City Police.” I was not confident, but this was my gut speaking.

Nash's eyes widened. ”You're right,” he said softly. ”My God, you really are a genius. Did you have a psychic moment?”

I scoffed. ”You got his name?” Nash nodded. ”I had the pictures, the lack of knowledge that floppy disks can store deleted information… Add in the infamous rumors about the nice son he has… it fit.”

”It is him but it also makes it harder for us,” Nash claimed. ”Every email we have sent regarding the accomplice case and the BTS Killer updates have had been in CC. It was only recently we stopped briefing anyone about our movement. The DG is weary. We cannot bring him in for an interrogation. He will lawyer up and not say a word.”

I thought about it for a moment. ”He is easily influenced by his son, is he not?” I questioned. ”Then, why don't we ask him for his opinion on the case… he was a lead detective in violent crime for a few years, right?”

”But we can't film him. Even if we get a confession, it will be nothing more than hearsay. How do we pin this on him?” Nash asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut. ”Hidden camera,” I announced.

Nash shook his head vehemently. ”It's not allowed. That would not stand in court. The lawyers will exclude it from the list of evidence the moment prosecutors submit it,” he claimed.

”Aren't you on good terms with that prosecutor? You gave him two big cases in the past month. He could get us a court order for surveillance, right?”

I was desperate at this point.

Nash's eyes brightened for a second before he deflated. ”A court order will take a day in the least.” And then he became silent. ”We could… ask him,” he whispered.

”Tell him who the order is against before he promises to get it?” I asked.

Nash nodded. ”I could entice him with another brilliant case. He wouldn't say no.”

I sagged and gave in. The conversation happened right in front of me and I could hear the struggle in the conversation. Once the prosecutor heard the name of the suspect, he bottled up his emotions. He couldn't do that to one of his own!

I understood loyalty, but it was his job. ”It's because he is one of your own that you need to do this. He's been parading around as a good person for years while he brutally slaughtered women and families. He needs to be held to the highest standard.”

That seemed to poke a hole in the prosecutor's logic. He sighed. ”Okay. My wife is a judge. I'll ask her to get a rushed court order.”

I looked up at Nash with a wide grin.

Bill Phillips, Director General of City Police.

An infamous serial killer.

Loving and protective father to the twenty-seven-year-old day trader, Benny Phillips.

Benny Phillips, the man who took Evie.