Detective Nadine Cox looked through the one-way glass at the woman handcuffed to the scarred metal table. In the room next door, she could hear one of the men who had come in with her screaming for an attorney. She looked at Detective John Suarez. “How much have they confessed to?”
He looked at the suspect then at her. “Everything. Goat blood, notes, bombing the church.” He opened a file. “They had the addresses of everyone they delivered notes to, how they managed to go from San Francisco to Nashville to Atlanta, how they infiltrated the offices and mail room of the Harper Industries building. Everything.”
When the door at the end of the hall opened, the suspect’s screaming got louder. Nick walked out, rubbing his ears. “Well! The gentleman in there is just barely on this side of insane
