I think of my father and see him in the chief’s temper.
“Why did you kill those women? Out of shame? Anger? Blackmail?” I pause. “Do women intimidate you, sir?”
“I didn’t do anything to those women,” is all he says, his voice faltering.
“It’s over,” I say, the words rolling off my tongue easily. “Whether or not you confess to me isn’t the issue. All the proof I need is in the report. And something you said at Ms. Block’s apartment.”
He looks at me squarely, his jaw jutting, trying to keep a cool composure. “What did I say?”
“It’s been bothering me since the investigation.”
He waits.
“You slipped badly when you mentioned Ms. Block’s missing Jeep.”
“Jeep?”
“I remembered you saying it in passing at the victim’s apartment this morning. I didn’t think anything of it because you didn’t
