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Pashton?"
"No."
"Jamie Kirk?"
"No. Why are you asking me these questions? Why am I here? I didn't do anything."
Bell slammed his hand on the table, making both John and Ash jump.
"Cut the bullshit, John . Why were you parked in front of 1736 Date Avenue this morning at—"
"I told you."
"No, you didn't. You just admitted to being there. Why were you there?"
"You know why."
Bell reached into the paper sack again and dropped a Ziploc baggie containing three bloody envelopes onto the table. John looked down at his suicide notes to Danny, Carrie, and Dr. Larson. They'd been opened, and surely read. They knew. So if they knew, why were they asking him these questions?
"We found these in your car , John," Bell said. He pointed to the letters, one at a time, reading the names they were addressed to. "Danny Turner, Carrie Atwood, and Dr. Burt Larson. Why is there blood on these envelopes, John? Why is there blood on these envelopes?"
John didn't answer . He only stared at the envelopes and the blood on them.
"John !" Bell yelled at him, snapping his fingers in front of John's face. "Earth to John."
"What ?"
"Why were you at —"
"You know why ."
"No , I don't. Tell me."
John fidget ed in his chair, his cuffed hands shook, and his lips trembled as he spoke. He was losing it. He didn't want to lose it. Not here. Not in front of them. "You read the letters."
"Why'd you do it, John?"
"I didn't—"
"Why'd you kill them, John?"
"What?"
"Why'd you kill Rachel?"
"Who's Rachel?"
"Let's quit playing games . I'm not stupid. You staked out their house, you waited until they went to sleep, then you broke in."
"What are you doing?" Ash interrupted, turning to face Bell.
Bell continued . "You sneaked into her room—"
"Wait ," Ash said.
" …and you killed her." He looked to Ash. "What?"
John took the opportunity to jump in . "Is that what you think?"
Bell focused on John. "I sure as fuck do."
"John, all we want to do is —" Ash started in a calm voice.
"But you didn't count on Mom waking up did you?"
John studied Bell, trying to understand what he meant by “mom waking up.” Is he talking about the woman with the bat? Is that it? She woke up and found the killer? That's why he hit my car. It hadn't occurred to John until then. That guy, the one with the dark hair. Up to that point, he didn't understand why someone would run into a car so hard that they'd fall across the hood.
Unless he was running away . And the only way he could have been running to fall across the car hood was from… My house. That meant he was the Bedroom Killer. The guy they've all been looking for all this time was on my car.
John 's eyes went wide and he spoke as fast as he could. "She was chasing him out of the house. She thought I was the killer. That's it. That's what it is. She chased the killer out of the house, then she thought I was the killer. It makes sense. It all makes sense. Then you found me at the hospital. That's it. That's what happened. Don't you see?"
Now he understood everything . But Bell hadn't stopped talking. He was still ranting away. John's mind began to focus back on Bell's words.
" …surprised the hell out of you, didn't she?"
"No, it's not like that."
"You smacked her around a bit, then you got the hell out of there as quick as you could, right?"
"Haven't you heard a word I said? " John looked to Detective Ash.
"I heard you ," Ash shouted over Bell's booming voice.
"And she smashed your car window before you could get away ." Bell slammed his hand down as he said the word smashed .
"No, it wasn't like —"
"What happened to you r face, John?"
"Calm down ." Ash placed her hand on Bell's forearm. "Did you hear what he just—"
Bell pulled his arm away, as if her hand were hot to the touch .
"You r blood is all over her nightgown, John," he said, then pointed to John's bandage and added, "She scratched you."
John shook his head . "No, she thought I was the killer. But I was…"
John would have
"No."
"Jamie Kirk?"
"No. Why are you asking me these questions? Why am I here? I didn't do anything."
Bell slammed his hand on the table, making both John and Ash jump.
"Cut the bullshit, John . Why were you parked in front of 1736 Date Avenue this morning at—"
"I told you."
"No, you didn't. You just admitted to being there. Why were you there?"
"You know why."
Bell reached into the paper sack again and dropped a Ziploc baggie containing three bloody envelopes onto the table. John looked down at his suicide notes to Danny, Carrie, and Dr. Larson. They'd been opened, and surely read. They knew. So if they knew, why were they asking him these questions?
"We found these in your car , John," Bell said. He pointed to the letters, one at a time, reading the names they were addressed to. "Danny Turner, Carrie Atwood, and Dr. Burt Larson. Why is there blood on these envelopes, John? Why is there blood on these envelopes?"
John didn't answer . He only stared at the envelopes and the blood on them.
"John !" Bell yelled at him, snapping his fingers in front of John's face. "Earth to John."
"What ?"
"Why were you at —"
"You know why ."
"No , I don't. Tell me."
John fidget ed in his chair, his cuffed hands shook, and his lips trembled as he spoke. He was losing it. He didn't want to lose it. Not here. Not in front of them. "You read the letters."
"Why'd you do it, John?"
"I didn't—"
"Why'd you kill them, John?"
"What?"
"Why'd you kill Rachel?"
"Who's Rachel?"
"Let's quit playing games . I'm not stupid. You staked out their house, you waited until they went to sleep, then you broke in."
"What are you doing?" Ash interrupted, turning to face Bell.
Bell continued . "You sneaked into her room—"
"Wait ," Ash said.
" …and you killed her." He looked to Ash. "What?"
John took the opportunity to jump in . "Is that what you think?"
Bell focused on John. "I sure as fuck do."
"John, all we want to do is —" Ash started in a calm voice.
"But you didn't count on Mom waking up did you?"
John studied Bell, trying to understand what he meant by “mom waking up.” Is he talking about the woman with the bat? Is that it? She woke up and found the killer? That's why he hit my car. It hadn't occurred to John until then. That guy, the one with the dark hair. Up to that point, he didn't understand why someone would run into a car so hard that they'd fall across the hood.
Unless he was running away . And the only way he could have been running to fall across the car hood was from… My house. That meant he was the Bedroom Killer. The guy they've all been looking for all this time was on my car.
John 's eyes went wide and he spoke as fast as he could. "She was chasing him out of the house. She thought I was the killer. That's it. That's what it is. She chased the killer out of the house, then she thought I was the killer. It makes sense. It all makes sense. Then you found me at the hospital. That's it. That's what happened. Don't you see?"
Now he understood everything . But Bell hadn't stopped talking. He was still ranting away. John's mind began to focus back on Bell's words.
" …surprised the hell out of you, didn't she?"
"No, it's not like that."
"You smacked her around a bit, then you got the hell out of there as quick as you could, right?"
"Haven't you heard a word I said? " John looked to Detective Ash.
"I heard you ," Ash shouted over Bell's booming voice.
"And she smashed your car window before you could get away ." Bell slammed his hand down as he said the word smashed .
"No, it wasn't like —"
"What happened to you r face, John?"
"Calm down ." Ash placed her hand on Bell's forearm. "Did you hear what he just—"
Bell pulled his arm away, as if her hand were hot to the touch .
"You r blood is all over her nightgown, John," he said, then pointed to John's bandage and added, "She scratched you."
John shook his head . "No, she thought I was the killer. But I was…"
John would have
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