What about your little lug wrench stunt? he asked.
Would you have preferred my gun? A shot right through the calf or shoulder to slow you down?
Nell had nothing to say to that.
Its clear were not going to be best friends anytime soon, Mackenzie said, so lets skip the small talk. Id like to know just about everywhere youve been over the course of the last week.
Thats a long list, Nell said defiantly.
Yes, Im sure a man of your character gets all over the place. So lets start with two nights ago. Where were you between six p.m. and six a.m.?
Two nights ago? I was out with a friend. Played some cards, had a few drinks. Nothing big.
Can anyone other than your friend vouch for that?
Nell shrugged. I dont know. There were a few other guys playing cards with us. What the hell is all this about anyway?
Mackenzie didnt see the point in dragging it out any further than necessary. If she wasnt so distracted by what was going on with Harrison, she might have grilled him further before getting straight to the point, hoping hed trip himself up if he was indeed guilty.
A couple was found murdered in their townhouse two nights ago. It just happens to be a townhouse located in the same complex of townhouses you were busted for attempted burglary and aggravated assault. Put the two together, plus the fact that youve been paroled for a little less than a month, and that puts you high on the list of people to question.
Thats bullshit, Nell said.
No, thats logic. Something Im assuming youre not familiar with based on your criminal record.
She could see that he wanted to toss a remark back out to her but he stopped himself, again chewing on his bottom lip. I havent been back by that place since I got out, he said. What the hell sort of sense would that make?
She eyed him skeptically for a moment and asked: What about your friends? Are they guys you met while in prison?
One of them, yeah.
Any of your friends into burglary and assault, too?
No, he spat. One of the guys has a breaking and entering charge on him from when he was a teenager, but nothey wouldnt kill anyone. Neither would I.
But breaking and entering and beating someone is A-OK?
I never killed anyone, he said again. He was clearly frustrated and showing great restraint to not lash out at her. And thats exactly what she had been looking for. If he were guilty of the murders, the chance of him growing instantly defensive and angry would be much higher. The fact that he was doing his best to stay out of trouble, even from lashing out verbally at an FBI agent, showed that he likely had no connection to the murders.
Okay, so lets say youre not connected with these murders. What are you guilty of? Im assuming youre doing something you shouldnt. Why else would you push me, an FBI agent, and try to run?
Im not talking, he said. Not until I see a lawyer.
Ah, I forget youre a pro at this game by now. So yeah, finewell get you your lawyer. But I assume you also know how the police work. We know youre guilty of something. And were going to find out what it is. So tell me now and save everyone some trouble.
His five straight seconds of silence indicated that he intended to do no such thing.
Im going to need the names and the numbers of the men you claim to have been with two nights ago. Give me those and if your alibi checks out, youre free to go.
Fine, Nell grunted.
His reaction to this was yet another sign that he was likely innocent of the murders. There was no instant relief on his face, just a sort of annoyed irritation that he had somehow once again found himself back in an interrogation room.
Mackenzie took the names of the men down and noted for Dagney or whoever was in charge of such things to scroll through Nells cell phone for their numbers. She left the interrogation room and headed back into observation.
Well? Rodriguez said.
Hes not our guy, Mackenzie said. But just for protocol, heres a list of his friends he says he was with on the night the Kurtzes were murdered.
Youre sure of that?
She nodded.
There was no real relief when I told him he could likely leave after his alibi checked out. And I tried to get a rise out of him, to trip him up. His behavior simply is not indicative of a guilty party. But like I said, we should check the accomplices just to be sure. Nell is sure as hell guilty of something. Ive got a sore backside from falling down to prove it. Think your guys can figure out what it is?
You got it.
She left the station, confident that Mike Nell was not their man. Somewhere beyond that, though, she started to think of her father.
She supposed it was bound to happen. There were a few similarities between his case and the current case she was on. Someone had come into the couples homes with no signs of forced entry, insinuating that the couples knew the killer and let him in willingly. She caught flashes of her father, sprawled bloody on the bed, as she recalled the images shed seen of the Kurtzes and Sterlings in the case files.
Thinking of a deceased parent made her feel more strongly for Harrisons situation. She got to the motel as quickly as she could, yet when she knocked on his door, he did not answer. Mackenzie walked to the front desk and found a bored-looking receptionist thumbing through a Star magazine.
Excuse me, but did my partner leave?
Yes, he left about five minutes ago. I called him a cab to take him to the airport.
Thank you, Mackenzie said, deflated.
She left the front office feeling strangely alienated. Sure, shed been on a few cases alone before, especially when working as a detective in Nebraska. But being in a strange city without a partner made her feel particularly alone. It made her feel slightly uneasy but there was no use in trying to ignore it.
With that sense of displacement growing by the second, Mackenzie figured shed put a stop to it the only way she knew how: by drowning herself in work. She got back into her car and went directly back to the station, thinking that while pursuing the case alone might be a bit depressing, it could also be just the motivation she needed to find the killer before the day came to a close.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her motivation to bring the killer in on her own was quickly muted by a lack of answers and several hours that felt absolutely wasted back at the station. She sat in a small spare office provided by Rodriguez as the few scant updates came in. The first update was that after less than three hours, every single one of Mike Nells accomplices had panned out. There was now evidence from multiple sources that Nell had been nowhere near the Kurtz townhouse on the night of the murders.
However, those same three hours also had Miami PD locate two pounds of heroin hiding in a small secret compartment of his truck. A few calls also proved that he had meetings to sell it, one of which was to a customer who was only fifteen years of age.
The second update was a bit more useful but really provided very little to go on. Two of the initialed entries within the Sterlings checkbook that Mackenzie had not recognized were accounted for. One was a local animal shelter, to which they had made contributions twice a year. Another had been a small grassroots political campaign, and the other was still a mystery.