Page 48 of The Perfect Obsession
Three minutes later, she and Devery were back in the main lobby of the library.The officer confirmed with Mr.Peele, the head of security, that someone would go up to escort Sinclair to her car when she called to say that she was leaving for the day.
“I guess you don’t need me anymore, then?”Devery said as they headed for the exit.He sounded like a disappointed child.
“We always need you, Devery,” she assured him.“But I think we’re good here.Thanks for your help, greasing the wheels with security.”
He smiled at that, suddenly more like a happy child than a pouty one.Just then, her phone rang.It was Ryan.
“I’ve got to take this,” she said.“But I’ll see you back at the station.”
Devery nodded and headed out as Jessie answered.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve got Alexander Krantz in an interrogation room at the station,” he said.“The sedation has worn off, and I wanted to question him some more, but didn’t know when you’d be back.”
“I was just leaving, as I have a couple of questions myself,” Jessie told him.But as she said that, a sign in the lobby caught her eye.“Hold on a second.”
She hurried over to Mr.Poole.“Hey, I see that you have study rooms on the second floor.Are those soundproofed?”
“They are,” he said.
“Can I borrow one for a few minutes?”
“Sure,” he said.“Normally, you have to reserve one, but if anyone gives you trouble, tell them I okayed it.”
“Thanks,” she said, returning her attention to Ryan.“I had an idea.There’s one question I want to ask right now.It could help determine if Riley Sinclair really needs to take all these extra precautions.Can we do a quick video interview?Then I’ll head back.”
“Sure,” Ryan said.“Give me a minute to get the recording set up.”
“By the way, has Krantz asked for an attorney yet?”she asked.
“No.He’s under the impression that he can still convince us of his innocence.I think he’s worried that calling a lawyer will make him look even guiltier.I haven’t disabused him of that notion.”
Jessie ascended the stairs and found an unoccupied study room.By the time she had locked the door, settled in, and propped up her phone in front of her, Ryan was ready.His phone was resting on the metal table in the interrogation room.Alexander Krantz, his hands manacled to a loop in the table, stared at the screen.
“Mr.Krantz,” Jessie began, “You’ve been insistent that you had nothing to do with any of these murders.”
“Because I didn’t!”
“But how can we trust that you’re being honest about that when you weren’t forthright about something so relevant to our investigation?”
“What are you talking about?”he demanded.
“You never told us about your involvement with Jennifer Nash.”
She squinted at her small screen, focused on how he’d react.Krantz’s jaw dropped open in surprise.
“My involvement?”he said unconvincingly.
“Did you have a one-night stand with her while in high school?”
His guilty expression provided the answer before his words did.
“We slept together one time.”
“Why didn’t you mention it when we asked you about your relationships with the victims?”
“I’d hardly call it a relationship,” he said weakly.
