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glossed lip. “That bastard will be eating out of my well-manicured hand within an hour.”
    “We’re all done in the house and we haven’t found one thing that will connect Mr. Hollister to the crimes.” A uniformed cop interrupted us. “If you want us to have access to the locked room and his personal space, really tear it apart, you’ve got to get more than a preliminary warrant. As it stands, that’s all we can do, sorry.”
    Looking at the man like I was actually annoyed by his intrusion, I said, “Then pack up your equipment, we’ve got the car back at the station, go check it out. There’s nothing left here to do but continue interviewing Ms. Lapierre. By the looks of her, I don’t think there’s much she’ll be able to offer.”
    Emily laughed softly at my feigned insult of the witness – smug superiority apparent in her expression.
    In truth, Veronica probably knew very little, but that wasn’t the only reason for my visit.
    “Oh, Donovan, the girl is an idiot. After this little stint playing rich housewife to a serial killer, she’ll have to return to that dump of a restaurant where she worked. Poor thing. She really has the IQ of dirt. Have fun talking to her as I play with our real criminal.”
    Emily strode out of the house with wiggling hips, slowly trailed behind by the Portland PD as they removed their equipment. Once alone, I turned to look around the house and marveled at the immaculate beauty of the space. Fucker had way too much cash than any one person should have.
    Weaving my way out of the living room and down a hall, I located Veronica where she was still sitting hunched over the table. The image of her chained up and dripping in the shower flashed in my mind and my cock twitched with anticipation. Her body was magnificent. Full and supple. I wondered if her cunt was still tight after the pounding I’m sure it took from CK’s cock on a daily basis. A question ran through my head as I looked at her.
    Why hadn’t he killed this one? What was so special about the bitch that he resisted the urge to flay her open like he had all the others?
    “Ms. Lapierre?”
    She looked up, the skin around her eyes hot and swollen from her tears. As soon as she recognized me, she startled and wrapped her arms tighter around her frame. “Detective.” She answered.
    “Actually, my name is Agent Blake. Detectives are the police. I work for the FBI.”
    “Oh,” she said, unimpressed by my credentials. “Well, whoever you are, I’ve already told that woman who was here earlier all I know about Jude. I just want to be left alone.”
    Taking a seat at the table, I forced my tone of voice into a sympathetic caress. “I understand that, Ms. Lapierre, but I was hoping you would be able to help Jude. If you can give me more information…”
    “He didn’t do anything. If this is about Billy, then you need to understand that I only just heard about his death now. Jude saved me the night he brought me home from the diner, without him I surely would have died at Billy’s hand by now.”
    Her words connected the dots in my head and confirmed what I’d suspected all along. There was a connection between the deaths of the prostitutes and Billy’s, there had to be.
    “Veronica…” I started, “…May I call you Veronica?”
    “Yes.”
    I smiled kindly. “Veronica, I need to tell you what Mr. Hollister has been accused of. We’re not here about Billy. We’re here about the deaths of several prostitutes in the Portland and Seattle area. Additionally, two waitresses have disappeared.”
    “Two?” She asked.
    Realizing she was one of those waitresses, I backpedaled. “Including you, yes. Two. However, I believe you are now nothing more than a closed and solved missing persons case.”
    Her eyes sharpened, the desire to protect her man a molten heat in her expression. “I’m not missing, so obviously you have the wrong man. Jude has nothing to do with those other women. He’s been here with me the