Page 94 of Watch Me

I got the impression that Katrina thought she was smarter than us. Of course, she wasn’t. “So, tell us how that girl got into your house after she was taken by someone in the same type of car you drive,” Iordered.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I wasn’t the only one there.”

She wanted to play a game? Then we would play. “Who else was there?” I asked. Jack had been taken out of the house before Katrina regainedconsciousness.

Katrina tilted her head slightly. “No one else was there?” sheasked.

I looked at Shawn. “There wasn’t anyone else there, was there?”

“I didn’t see anyone else.”

“So, Katrina,” I said. “I’m going to ask you again. How did the young woman get to your house in a car that looks like yours?”

She opened her mouth to speak but paused for a few beats as her gaze moved from me to Shawn and then back to me. Her shit-eating grin was gone, and she finally said, “I want a lawyer.”

“Great.” I stood. “An officer will come to get you to make that call. They’ll also get a DNA sample from you.”

“I thought you didn’t need my DNA?”

I grinned as I peered down at her. “Don’t you know, Katrina? A hair was found at a murder scene on Thanksgiving. When it matches yours, you’re in hot water for more than just kidnapping. After all, what was it that you called yourself? The Lakeshore Killer?”

Without another word, Shawn and I left the interrogation room. She may have thought that she was smarter than me, but I had been doing interrogations for most of my life. Once Katrina knew I had her backed into a corner, she lawyered up. I usually hated when perps did that because I wanted to get more answers from them, but not this time. I was tired and on the verge of passing out. Plus, I heard they found wood plaques in her basement, and that was as good as any evidence for me at the moment. Shawn and I would gather more, and we’d send her up the creek for the rest of her life. She was lucky we were in Illinois because if we were in a state that had the death penalty, I would make sure the DA asked forit.

“You want to talk about it?” Shawn asked as we walked toward ourdesks.

“Talk about what?”

He smirked. “That she watched you and Reagan fuck.”

I grinned. “Fuck off. We’re never speaking of that with Reagan either.”

“All right, but she might find out at the trial.”

“I’ll deal with it then. She and Maddie have been through too much already.”

“So have you,” Shawn argued.

“You mean my kids?” He nodded. “Nah. That was Jess being a bitch.”

“True. Now you can rest.”

“Wecan rest,” I countered. “We got this bitch off the street.”

“Yeah, we did!” We shook hands and shared a brief manly hug. It definitely wasn’t the first case we’d solved, but it was the first that literally felt as though my life depended onit.

By the time I got home, the sun was starting to rise. Walking into my bedroom, I noticed Reagan wasn’t in our bed. The sheets weren’t disturbed, and it looked as though no one had slept in it. When I turned, I ran intoher.

“Did I wake you?” Iasked.

“No. I didn’t fall asleep. I was just watching my baby sleep.”

I pulled Reagan to me and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s over.”

She drew her head back and looked up at me with her emerald eyes. “Is it, officially?”

“Techs found the malware program on the woman’s computer, the strand of hair is most likely a match, we’re testing all of her knives, and we found a wood carving station in the basement of the house. I’d say it’s over.”

Reagan sighed. “Thank god.”