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“Seems like a good thing we did,” Michael said. “You clearly aren’t in a mood to cooperate.”
“I’m not obligated to incriminate myself.”
"That's true. You have a Fifth Amendment right not to admit to taking sexually explicit pictures of women without their consent. The problem is that those women have a right to not have their privacy violated by a sick asshole who thinks it's okay to treat them like objects. We decided to defend their right. You, of course, have the option of defending your right."
“Who’s Sam,” Faith asked, much less innocently than Michael had.
Oliver’s eyes flicked between the two human agents. He was clearly trying to decide if it was worth trying to lie to them. Whenthe K9 agent growled softly, Oliver’s eyes flicked his direction, and he decided it wasn’t worth it. “Sam is my yoga instructor.”
“Isyour yoga instructor?”
“Is… was my yoga instructor. One of them. I haven’t been to her class in a while, but she’s one of them.”
“Until she kicked you out of her class, right?” Michael asked. “Because of your little habit of taking pictures of women without their consent?”
Oliver paled further, something Faith would have sworn was impossible if she hadn’t just seen it with her own eyes. “I didn’t hurt anyone,” he insisted.
“Why do you bring that up?” Faith asked. “I didn’t ask if you hurt anyone.”
He blinked. “I mean, I didn’t… I just…” He blinked again. “I want a lawyer.”
“Before we get you one,” Faith said, “I should tell you that Samantha Reynard and Cassidy Holt are dead.”
He flinched. “What? Sam was killed?”
“That’s interesting. I said she was dead. You said she was killed.”
He shifted anxiously. “Well, I assume she is since you’re asking me about her. Why would you care unless it was murder? But I didn’t do it, okay?”
“Tell me what happened between you and Sam.”
“Sam caught me…thoughtshe caught me staring at some of the girls in the class. I didn’t mean to stare, but sometimes the poses put me in positions that make it look like I’m staring.”
“Got it,” Michael said sarcastically. “It was an accident.”
“Look, that’s all it was,” Oliver insisted. “She asked me not to come to her class, so I stopped. Ask the other instructors. She was the only one I had trouble with.”
“Must have been embarrassing to have her call you out like that,” Faith observed.
Oliver lifted his hand as far as the shackle would allow and pointed at Faith. “I know what you’re trying to do. I didn’t kill her.”
“Talk to me about Cassidy Holt,” Faith said. “How did you know her?”
His eyes shifted again. Turk caught the movement and growled. He began to tap the table, then finally sighed and said, “If I talk to you guys, will you promise not to trick me?”
“Trick you?” Michael asked.
“Into saying anything that could get me into trouble.”
“We won’t trick you,” Faith said. “We don’t trick people. We ask honest questions and expect honest answers.”
“Yes, but…” He sighed. “Damn it. What did you find in my apartment?”
“According to the police detective who conducted the search, hundreds of photographs and videos of women taken without their knowledge or consent.”
He slumped forward and dropped his head into his hands. “Oh shit,” he hissed. “Damn it. Fuck, I didn’t hurt anyone. They’re just pictures. Why would women dress like that anyway if they didn’t want guys to notice?”
“Grow up,” Michael said contemptuously. “You’re thirty-four years old. You’re seriously going to try to pull that crap? You know they didn’t want you taking pictures of them. That’s why you did it without asking and only when they didn’t notice.”
