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Then he bolted. Faith sighed and got out of the passenger seat. “Go get him, boy.”
Turk moved like a blur. Faith and Michael sprinted to keep up, but there was no human on Earth who could outrun an athletic German Shepherd.
Oliver certainly wasn’t one of them. Turk outstripped him easily and ran in front of him, causing Oliver to skid to a halt. Faith and Michael flanked him, their weapons drawn.
“Oliver Pennington, you’re being detained on suspicion of criminal menacing. At the moment you’re not under arrest, but that’s a courtesy at this point. We have a search warrant for your apartment, and Chicago P.D. is executing that warrant now. I think we know what they’re going to find.”
Oliver held Faith’s eyes for a moment. Then he sighed. His shoulders slumped, and when Faith asked, “Are you going to come talk to us,” he nodded.
“Wonderful,” Faith said, holstering her weapon and pulling out her handcuffs. “Let’s go.”
Oliver offered no more resistance as she led them to her cruiser. He didn’t seem the type to have killed two women in such a brutal way as Cassidy Holt and Samantha Reynard were killed. But then, Franklin West didn’t seem the type to have bound over thirty people and cut them to ribbons until they bled to death.
Faith really hated that she had just compared Oliver Pennington to Franklin West.
CHAPTER TEN
Faith and Michael observed Oliver from the other side of the two-way mirror. After being so concerned about staying within the confines of the law, she felt a little guilty for the way she had detained Hilary. It was walking right on the edge of proper procedure, but if things went south with the search or the interrogation, a good lawyer could spin it to make her look really bad.
She really did owe Hilary an apology.
“He’s sweating,” Michael said.
“You think we should turn down the temperature in the room?”
He stared at her for a moment. “I don’t mean he’s literally perspiring, Faith, I mean he’s nervous. Are you sure you’re okay? You seem off.”
She sighed. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
“Well, shut off the parts that aren’t focused on the case. I don’t mean to be a prick, but we’ve got a job to do.”
“I know. You’re right.” She paused a second, then added, “Prick.”
He chuckled. “There’s the Faith I know.”
The door opened, and Detective Hilary entered. His lively step and the slight smile on his face told Faith that the search had gone as hoped.
“We have hundreds of photographs and videos of a lot of women who will be very unhappy to learn of said photos and videos,” he announced to the agents. “Giacomo was telling the truth. Our boy here’s a creep.”
“Good to know,” Faith said, relieved that their gamble had paid off. “Now let’s go see if he’s a murderer.”
“I’ll hang back here,” Hilary said. “I tend to intimidate suspects.”
Michael gestured to Turk. “Bet you’re not as intimidating as this guy.”
Hilary grinned. “I am almost certainly not.”
The three FBI agents walked into the room. Almost immediately, Oliver Pennington said, “I want a lawyer.”
“That’s a good idea,” Faith said, “because Chicago P.D. found a lot of pictures and videos of the women you’ve been stalking.”
Oliver flinched and cast terrified eyes up at Faith. “But… they had no right to do that! Who complained? Did Sam say something to them?”
“Who’s Sam?” Michael asked innocently.
Oliver’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Then he said, “It’s… I… how… why would you guys get a warrant without talking to me?”
He was whining, almost like a child. Faith stifled the look of disgust that played at the corners of her lips. Turk made no attempt to hide his distaste, snorting in contempt at the man.
