Page 45 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Mal

I slammed the photo of Holly Marteen onto the table in the interrogation room before even introducing myself.

Jerome Roberts’ eyes widened a second before he rushed to the corner where he threw up in the waste paper basket.

Rachel Steiner paled and started to shake slightly. Emmet Renfrew didn’t even blink.

“I don’t even know who that is,” Renfrew said cockily.

“Really?” I asked, letting the skepticism bleed through my voice. “Because your friend there seems to.” I turned to look at Roberts, who was leaning up against the wall by one hand, still heaving.

“That pussy is no friend of mine,” Renfrew snapped. His eyes narrowed in disgust as he glanced at Roberts.

“That’s funny. Because you guys seemed all buddy-buddy when you were raping a fifteen-year-old girl!”

Rachel bit her lip, looking away from me.

Renfrew sneered, “You can’t arrest us for that.”

“You’re right,” I said evenly. Straightening up, I crossed my arms over my broad chest. “I can’t arrest you for it.

While Alaska does not have a statute of limitations on sexual assault, all the evidence I have is circumstantial at best and tampered with at worst. Short of a confession, I can’t do anything to you.

So, congratulations, Mr. Renfrew, you and your friends pulled off the perfect crime.

Soon, the world will know that you gang raped Holly Marteen and not a single cop in the universe can arrest you for it.

” I slow-clapped mockingly. “Well done indeed.”

Rachel’s chin quivered as she looked back at me. “Then… Then why are we here?”

“Because, Mrs. Steiner, I have to offer you protection. It’s my job . Someone is hunting down everyone who was involved in the attack on February 18, 2010. We’ve already found six bodies, five more are missing, one is under house arrest for an entirely different crime, and then there’s you three.”

I scraped the chair out, dragging the metal across the floor like nails to a chalkboard. Sitting down, I faced the three rapists. “Now tell me every-fucking-thing you can remember about Holly Marteen so I can figure out who is hunting you down like the rabid dogs you are.”