Chapter 17
Marcus threw Dean Copeland into the cell – much harder than he needed to. The man collapsed painfully against the bars, grimacing, but his anger never faded.
“My father’s gonna have your ass for this.”
“Let him,” Marcus said. He slammed the door shut and locked it in place. “Just let him.”
“And you, b***h!” he roared, but Marcus ushered Angie out of the room and then shut the door to the cells. They could still hear him yelling, but it was mostly undecipherable.
“You really think it’s him?” Angie asked, excited.
“He’s the man I smelled that came into your room that night. I didn’t smell him in Erica’s room – I’ll admit that much. But if the shoe fits…”
“Then he’s our killer,” Angie said, relieved. She sat down across from the desk, in the same place she’d been the
