“Coincidence, or the connection was wrong.”
“And the theory of why he killed his wife?” persisted King.
“Maybe she suspected him,” offered Bailey. “And he had to take her out before those suspicions became dangerous, and he tried to tie it to the serial killings. The guy’s on the road alone a lot at night, perfect for a serial killer. Right now we’re looking into his whereabouts at the time each of the murders took place. It was a risk, killing her in his own home. But he might have felt he had no choice. Had his kid not seen him, we never would have suspected.”
“Yep, my gut tells me he’s our guy,” said Williams.
“Yet his son talks to him and the boy’s still alive?” said King.
Bailey answered, “Maybe even an animal like that has his limits. Or maybe he thought his son was half-asleep and wouldn’t remember the conversation, or that no one would believe him if the boy did tell someone. You’re a lawyer. A defense counsel could have a field day with a kid that young.”
King sat back in exasperation while Bailey eyed him closely. “Your partner said you were out doing some investigating of your own. Find anything?”
There was just enough mirth behind the FBI agent’s question to make King want to strangle the man. As if sensing this, Michelle, for once, put a calming hand on his shoulder.
“Just be cool,” she whispered under her breath.
“Is this where I’m supposed to say, ‘Screw you, Michelle’?” he muttered back.
Instead, he stood and said, “Well, if he is the guy, I congratulate you. Just keep us informed.” He took out his deputy badge. “Do you want this back, Chief?”
“No. It’s not officially over until we get a confession or some more evidence.”
“Good, because I like being a deputy right now. In fact, it might come in handy.”
He walked out.
“Talk about your sour grapes,” said Bailey.
Michelle immediately rose to her partner’s defense. “We don’t know for sure Robinson is the guy.”
“Well, we’re fast approaching that point,” Bailey replied.
Michelle stood to leave.
“Oh, Michelle,” said Bailey, “be sure and keep us informed of any more progress you two make. I’m sure it’ll prove invaluable to the investigation.”
“Chip, that’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I met you.”
She followed King outside.
“So what do you think?” she asked.
“I think we’ll let them keep Robinson locked up. He’ll probably be safer in jail.”
“But you don’t think he did it?”
“No, I know he didn’t do it.”
“But you know who did?”
“I’m getting there. Did you have a chance to talk to the Battles?”
“Not after all this went down. Do you still want me to?”
King thought for a moment, his hand tapping the roof of her truck as he did so.
“No, we’ll just cut to the main course. We’re running out of time.”