CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The prisoner was handcuffed to a steel chair in the interrogation room when Alexa and Agent Barrett walked in. They had let him stew alone for a couple of hours as they checked his prints, his vehicle, and the phone he had been using.
In that short time, they had already learned a lot. The car had been stolen in Phoenix a week before, with fake plates added. His prints had given up a match because he had a criminal and prison record. Several counts of assault, theft, and one of s****l assault. He really must have been under Drake’s spell not to repeat that particular crime when he had the chance.
The phone had been stolen just like his vehicle—from the victim herself.
The records on the phone showed that the video the perp had taken had been shared on thirty different w
