Page 8 of Milo
“Jamar, I need you to look at me for a second. I study criminals and try to get them in the right facilities for their needs. You’re serving a life sentence for murder.”
“Yeah, thanks for the reminder. Are you done?”
I shake my head and begin to pull out pictures from the crime scene. The look on Jamar’s face turns from annoyed to horrified in seconds.
“I see I have gotten your attention, Jamar. I need to ask you some questions about you.”
“Fine, I’ll answer them but put these away.”
I don’t put them away since they are working out quite well. “What happened the night you killed your family?”
“Just dive right in,” he mutters. “I didn’t have the best childhood. My mom and dad worked a lot and they both had affairs with other people while they were married to each other.”
I nod. “Tell me more.”
“Do you want me to tell you how they didn’t love me or beat me? Something to convince you that there is a reason why I murdered them?”
“I can see you are getting angry.”
“More like annoyed. Yeah, I got my ass whacked with a belt a couple of times and slapped around for being bad.”
There is speculation that Jamar’s father sexually molested him and that’s why he attacked them. It has not been confirmed yet.
“What else happened? You getting your ass belted and slapped around a little bit for being bad wasn’t what caused such a heinous murder. You know you are one of the highest profiled cases in Greece history, right?”
He shrugs his shoulder as if it isn’t big deal, but it is. Everyone wanted to know why he did it. What caused him to kill his family with such brutality that the knife broke off in his mother’s body.
“You’re not going to leave unless I give you a reason, are you?”
“Pretty much. How about we both save ourselves the time that it takes to go through all of this and you just tell me what happened?”
“How about you tell me something about yourself. I would feel better knowing about you.”
This is a common thing that happens. The criminals try to get in my head to see what makes me tick in order to manipulate me. I’ve been around the block a couple of times and am able to control the inane first-date questions.
“We aren’t here to talk about me. How about you quit projecting on me?”
“Fine, whatever. Is what you want to hear how I was starved to death and beaten? If I come up with some story like that, would it help you realize I’m culpable for my crimes?”
Shaking my head, I redirect. “Tell me what happened the night you murdered your family.”
It happens so quickly. Jamar yanks the cuffs out of the holder and he’s standing up quickly. He’s staring at me as he flips the metal table over in an attempt to make me afraid.
I don’t scare easily, but this is one time that I am scared. I bet he would try to kill me just because he can. What does he have to live for? He’s already here for life.
The door swings open revealing two guards with their sticks already raised in the air. “Visit is over!” One of them shouts pushing me out the door with me trying to grapple all of my stuff.
“I have this inmate for an hour,” I remind them.
“Look, lady, read his file. He is not the kind of man you should be interviewing by yourself. Get out!”
Since I’m in a prison, I’m led out by one of the guards who stepped away from Jamar. I have to speak to his attorney to get more information about him before I can make my assessment. We are so close to finding out why children kill their families.
Everyone wants to know the why. Why did a child resort to murder? There isn’t an answer yet, but there will be soon.
The light hits me once I pass the door and I feel like I have been hibernating. “Jesus,” I mutter under my breath reaching into my bag to grab my phone to call for a taxi.
Except I don’t get that far. Milo is leaning on the door of a gorgeous Masserati.
