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It was always a given with cops.
Damn this bastard for using that against her.
Because it was working. Kit was faltering. Sam couldn’t see her face well, but he could see the outline of her body and her shoulders were slumping.
He wanted to scream for her not to listen. To follow her instincts. But he was her last resort. Her backup. Right now, he’d hold his tongue because she still had her weapon trained on Scott.
But she rallied, her spine straightening. “Let her go, Dr.Scott,” Kit said with a calm that surprised Sam. This was the McKittrick he’d read about. The detective who got results. “She’s just a child.”
“Just as I like them,” Scott taunted. “She was good, Kit. Gotta say. Great lay. Thank you for telling me about her.”
Kit was silent for too long and Scott laughed.
“You expected me to deny it?” he asked. “While I’m holding her in my arms? You thought I wouldn’t do to her what I did to all the others?”
“Why?” Kit asked and Sam realized that she was stalling for time. “Why do you use the pink handcuffs?”
Sam squinted. Were they pink? Had all the victims been handcuffed that way? Sam bet that was the case, that Scott had been taunting the cops for years with those pink cuffs.
Scott laughed. “You can thank your boss for that.”
Kit’s flinch was visible even in the near darkness. “Navarro?”
Scott chuckled. “Oh, yes. He was so frustrated that the first two victims he found had no connecting characteristics, even though he was sure it was the same doer. Such a dedicated young detective he was back then. Only a little older than you are now. So I gave him something flashy, just in case he found more of them. I even helped him find a few. The kid who found the dog walker wasn’t the first person I paid to play with metal detectors.”
This went so far beyond a betrayal of a client relationship. There were no words to describe how this would affect Dr.Scott’s clients.
Such a breach of trust.
“There were more?” Kit demanded. “Before the first body we found with pink handcuffs?”
“So many more. But not your Wren, if that’s what you’re wondering. I wish I had killed her, though. That would have been the icing on a very delicious cake. But I’ll make up for it with this one.” He tightened his hold on Rita.
“Why Rita?” Kit asked, still managing to sound calm. “She’s not your usual victim.”
“Because she’s yours. And because Reeves met her.”
What the fuck? How did he know that?
“How did you know that?” Kit demanded.
“Put your gun down, Detective,” Scott said. “You’re trying to stall until your backup arrives, and I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”
Dammit.
“What will it take for you to let her go?” Kit asked.
Rita might not be alive, Sam wanted to scream, but he shifted his body until he could see Rita’s face in the shadows at the edge of the area lit by the headlights. Her eyes were open. She looked disoriented, but she was alive.
Kit had to have seen that, too.
Oh, Kit. Sam had no idea of how to help, but he edged closer, coming up behind Scott. Gotta figure something out. And fast.
“Drop your weapon, Kit,” Scott said loudly, but pleasantly.
“You’ll kill me.”
He shrugged. “You or her. Your choice.”
