Brian felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He was suddenly ill, feeling like he might vomit. He drew in a deep breath. Then it occurred to him. He was talking to the killer. How else would this guy know all these details?
Brian was searching for words. “What do you want? Did you kill her?”
“What I want is cooperation. I get it. Then you don't face murder charges and spend the rest of your life in prison … or worse. I want you to know that everything has been dusted. No fingerprints have been left in the apartment. All evidence of your presence has been removed.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I want your cooperation. If I get it, you're not implicated in any way. If I don't, you're in jail.” There was silence. Then he said, “The other thing you should know is that I have a number of thin
