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“It’s a serious crime to lie to a federal agent, miss.”
Her words piss me off. Arresting a man for a crime they have no evidence of is serious.
“He was,” I challenge, standing up straighter. “Maybe you should talk to his friend Paul, who was spiking drinks at the Halloween party. Darrell seemed real involved in that,” I say, sharing Michael’s suspicions.
McCallister makes a note of what I said. “You know Paul’s surname?”
I shake my head. “But Cassie Charles might. She was Darrell’s girlfriend.”
“Was! See I told you; they did something,” Cooper yells.
“You told us he’s dead. Lara is purely going by your word,” Christopher interjects. “Cooper was here harassing my family earlier today.”
Agent Collins shares a look with the sheriff at the news.
“Enough, my family is done talking. I’m coming to see my son, and our family lawyers will be at the station soon. When is his arraignment?” their dad asks.
Agent Collins shifts on her feet, the first sign of nervousness she’s given since climbing out of the car.
McCallister steps forward. “He’s not being processed yet. Just held for questioning.”
“That’s not what she said before. You’re holding him until you’re forced to let him go. Jesus Christ, this is a fishing expedition?” Christopher cusses.
“You don’t have shit.” Kaleb smirks.
“Helen, take everyone inside. I’ll go to the station and wait this out with Michael.” He turns to his wife. “I’ll bring our boy back. Keep everyone here until then.”
Helen nods. “How long?”
Her husband pauses, unsure.
“Seventy-two hours,” the sheriff informs them.
“After that, they’ll have to charge him or let him go. And with no evidence, they won’t charge him,” Christopher finishes, looking at the Agent.
“I still have my witness,” Collins snaps.
“Something tells me he’s not credible.”
Cooper looks on in disbelief. “He’s getting charged, right?”
Agent Collins looks at her watch. “We’ll go chat with this other kid. If he was spiking drinks, it would be a reason to run.”
“Or motive for someone else,” Kaleb chimes in.
“No!” Cooper explodes. “They did this! All of them killed my nephew, just like they killed those campers a few years ago.”
Agent Collins looks at Cooper like she’s just realized she’s hitched her wagon to a loony horse.
“Three college kids killed at the Cromwell camp; I remember the case. It was around the time another serial killer was dropping bodies. That was a masked killer, though. They caught a glimpse of the killer on tape.” Agent Collins closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she opens them, she glares at Cooper. “When you called, you said you saw him. You never mentioned a mask.”
“I . . . I . . .” Cooper stumbles.
“Did you see him or not?”
“He was in the girl’s room,” Cooper cries. “My nephew went in there. His friends saw him.”
“Why was he in her bedroom if her boyfriend wasin there?” Christopher questions. The man was a lawyer in a past life.
