Page 45 of For Rage

When she arrived at the interrogation room, she found Jerry sitting at the table, his hands cuffed in front of him. He looked up as she entered, his eyes flickering with recognition.

"Agent Cross," he said, his voice low and hoarse.

Morgan took a seat across from him. "Mr. Jameson," she said. "I need to ask you some questions."

Jerry sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I've been through this before," he said. "I don't know anything about those girls."

"I'm not here to talk about them," Morgan said. "I want to talk about your business."

"What about it?" Jerry asked, his eyes narrowing.

Morgan leaned forward, her voice low. "I know you have more clients than what's listed on your bank statements," she said.

Jerry's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "I don't see how that's your business, Agent Cross."

Morgan leaned back in her chair, studying him. "It's my business because those clients could be linked to the murders."

Jerry scoffed. "I don't have anything to do with those girls' deaths. I already told you that."

Morgan wasn't so sure. "Then why the secret clients?"

He sighed. "Look, I just ... it's not that big of a deal, okay? I do a bit of tax evasion. The super rich of this country do it all the time, but a little independent business like me gets hammered for it? How is that fair?"

"I don't care about your business practices, Mr. Jameson," Morgan said. "All I care about is finding out who killed those girls."

Jerry's eyes flashed. "You don't think it was me anymore?"

"It could be you," Morgan said. "It might not be. I noticed several strange logins to your company site. Do you have assistants or employees who may have logged in?"

Jerry's brows pinched. "No assistants, no ... I do most of the work myself, saves me some money. I do have a couple guys on my payroll, but one of 'em just quit, the other's my buddy, but he's on vacation, so it's just been me making house calls."

"Then who could have logged into your website?"

"I've never given anyone the passwords. I deal with all that stuff myself."

Morgan's brows pinched. "Did you login from any libraries? An internet café?"

"No ..." Jerry frowned. "I've only ever logged in from my sister's. That's where I conduct most of my clerical work."

Morgan's gut twisted with suspicion. Jerry was lying, she could feel it. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.

"Positive," Jerry said.

Morgan leaned across the table. "Because I have the IP addresses of logins from public spaces, Jerry. Someone has been logging in to your company website from public locations all over the city."

Jerry clenched his jaw. "I don't know anything about that," he said.

Morgan leaned back in her chair, studying him. There was a chance he was telling the truth, but she couldn't risk it. She needed to follow up on those IP addresses, find out who had been logging in from public spaces. Was it possible he'd been hacked?

Just then, Morgan's phone rang. She pulled it out to see Derik's name on her screen. She looked up at Jerry, then nodded and slipped out of the room. Once in the hall, she answered right away.

"Greene, what's going on?"

"Cross, George Johnson tried to skip town," Derik said. "We've got him in custody."

Morgan's heart sunk. She had been so focused on Jerry and their suspicions about his business that she had almost forgotten about Johnson. "What do you mean, he tried to skip town?"

"He was at the airport, trying to board a flight out of the country," Derik said. "We caught him just in time. He's in custody now."

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