The Unseen Killer Next Door

is side of the table. The two-way mirror felt like a hundred accusing e

hological warfare. She sat across from me, her hands clasped tightly on the table, her face a carefully const

r voice clinical. "We

now why? I want to know why my wife, my partner, and my captain have all lost their godda

it," she said, her composure unwavering. "Three

ng forward as far as the cuffs would allow. "You're a ps

ered. "You know about evidence. Cal

d, slamming my cuffed hands on th

said calmly. "He saw a decorated Chicago det

doubt. There was none. Only a cold, heartbreaking resolve. The weight of he

t. He paced, his hands behind his back, the wear

ith regret. "Of all people. After all this time, hunting this monste

one. I had to be the sane one. "Think about it. Logically. Where was I? I was

the tricks better than anyone," he said, stopping to look at

ifer's parents. That I had lived with her, loved her, comforted her th

. He was still twitchy, his eyes darting around the room, but there

, Caleb," I said, my

saw you. You came o

door or the ba

front door,"

ting. Because the first officers on the scene found it locked from th

ant the back door. Y

on-activated floodlight that would have lit you up like a Christmas tree. My wife, who was sitting in our l

stared at the table. "I... I'm confu

. "Now you can't even remember which door I used? You'r

eople I knew were watching. "This is weak!

the door opened. It w

r gaze hard. "His story is shaky. A goo

hing more solid. Something w

sweating profusely, to me. A p

We're going to have Mr. Benton walk us through it. Step by s

ails, coach him, until his flimsy story became a prosecutable testimony. They were going to build