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Surprise flashed over his face. I wasn’t going to need to watch for micro expressions. This guy’s every thought was projected on his face. “Yes.”
“What were you doing in Sentinel the night before you struck Brandon Rice with your car?”
He heaved out a sigh. “I’ve gone over this before-”
“Before I didn’t know you were connected to the woman who was working with the Iron Circle Crew.”
That got him. His jaw dropped. “How do you know-” He caught himself. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Chuckling in a mean way because I had this jerk now, I folded my arms over my chest. “You’re going to tell me what you know.”
“Or what?” he sneered. “I’ve already had my trial.”
“And you’re appealing that ruling,” I countered. “I could make that difficult for you.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a fucking hope of them accepting an appeal.”
“Then why do it?”
“If it works, it gets me out of prison. If not, well, I have the time to waste.”
“Tell me how you’re connected to the Iron Circle Crew.”
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit.” I grabbed the folder on the table and took a stack of photos out and tossed them in front of him. “That’s you speaking with Jack, the leader of Iron Circle, outside the bar that night. Quit lying to me.”
“You have no leverage here, Sheriff.” He leaned back and grinned. “Really, what crime have they committed? Way I hear it the whole crew is missing. You got nothing.”
“No?” I asked, a cruel smile playing over my lips. I didn’t give a crap about this guy. He not only killed one boy, but somehow was involved in the kidnapping of two other children. Kids I’d grown to love in the short time I knew them.
He shook his head.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t need a confession from you. I don’t really need shit.”
“You do if you want to prove anything in the court hearing.”
“I’m not going to the hearing. I have…friends…who only need my word.Myword that you were involved in the kidnapping of two oftheirkids. They already know you killed one of the kids living here in town. It won’t be hard to convince them to serve out their own justice.” That was the God's honest truth. No preponderance of evidence. No probable cause. No fruit of the poisonous tree. No warrants, ha ha. Just my word that he was guilty. It was almost freeing knowing that.
His mouth was hanging open again. “You can’tdothat.”
“Oh, but I can. And I’m going to.” I leaned over, grabbed the photos and took the folder with me as I started for the door.
“Wait!”
I paused and slowly turned to face him.
“Mark Dolan.”
“Go on.”
“If I give you more, you’ll give me assurances?”
“I’ll think about it. Who’s Mark Dolan?” I considered it for two seconds. Denied. He killed a kid, and tried to run away. He would have been an accomplice in the kidnapping of Aella and Jared. He was getting nothing. The fact that I was in here, interrogating him without it being on the record was bad enough. But worse, I wanted the Berserker’s Rage to mete out punishment. I’d changed since meeting Warrant and I wasn’t sure if it was in a good or bad way.
“Jack Dolan’s brother.”
He had a brother.
