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He threw it open, but it took him amoment or two to do it, and that let Amber and Simon start to close thedistance as they burst out into the open air. There was a motorcycle sittingthere, and Amber knew that if Mich got to it and got it started, there might beno catching him. He jumped astride it, starting the engine, ready to roar away.
Amber threw herself at him. It wasthat or risk him getting away to kill Loretta. She slammed into him, wincing atthe impact, her gun spinning from her hand as the motorcycle toppled over.
Mich kicked clear of the fallingvehicle, coming up, his hand going into his jacket. Amber saw the flash of aknife, but even as he drew it, Simon was there, grabbing his arm and holdingonto it while putting his full weight down on Mich.
Amber was there then, helping torip the knife from Mich’s grasp. He was still struggling, but Amber and Simonwere working together now. Amber ignored the pain as Mich kicked out at her,helping Simon to pin Mich down.
She managed to get her handcuffsout as Simon dragged Mich’s arms behind his back.
“You won’t pin this on me!” Michsnarled, as Amber cuffed him.
“You can tell us all about it downat the local PD,” Simon said. “You’re under arrest. Amber, check the building.”
Amber nodded, retrieving her gun.This wasn’t just about catching a killer. It was about saving Loretta’s life.She moved back into the workshop, moving among the boxes, checking for anywherethat Mich might hold a victim until he was ready to kill her. She moved all theway through the workshop, back into the small store. She kicked open a sidedoor, but it just led to a closet.
There was no sign of Loretta. Amberwent back out to where Simon had dragged Mich back to his feet.
“She isn’t here,” Amber said.“There’s no sign of her.”
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
“We’re wasting time,” Amber said.
Amber stood outside theinterrogation room, watching as Mich conferred with his lawyer. Even his lawyerlooked sleazy, with slicked back hair and a cheap suit that had stains aroundthe cuffs.
“We’ll get answers from him,” Simoninsisted.
Amber hoped so. The day was alreadystarting to slip away, between the time it had taken to find out about Mich andthe time it had been since bringing him in, waiting for his lawyer to arrive.Now, it seemed as though the lawyer was deliberately wasting time, trying tofrustrate Amber and Simon into making a mistake.
It took an effort of will for Amberto stand there patiently, waiting until the lawyer waved them inside.
“I want to say from the outset thatI will be raising objections to any evidence produced as a result of an illegalsearch of my client’s premises,” the lawyer said, before Amber even managed tosit down opposite him and Mich. Simon stayed standing off to one side.
“We went there to talk to Mich,”Amber said. “Not to search anything. When he decided to attack us and run,that’s when we entered his premises.”
“We only have your word for it thatany of that ever happened,” the lawyer said. “My client recalls it differently,with you attacking him.”
That was an outright lie on thepart of either Mich or his lawyer, but Amber suspected that didn’t matter. Whatmattered was what they could prove.
“Where’s Loretta Kane, Mich?” Simondemanded.
Mich shook his head. “I don’t knowanyone of that name.”
“Loretta is a sculptor who wentmissing earlier today,” Amber said. She pulled up a picture of Loretta on herphone to show him and the lawyer. If he’d taken her, obviously Mich wouldalready know what she looked like, but it was a good way to remind the lawyerin particular that this wasn’t a game. “A serial killer has threatened tomurder her tonight.”
“Then shouldn’t you be out lookingfor her?” the lawyer asked. “Rather than harassing my client?”
“So far, your client is the onewith the best link to the victims,” Amber said. She set down the pendant on thetable of the interrogation room. “Pendants like these belonged to all of thevictims. Pendants you made, Mich. Right?”
“I made them,” Mich admitted. “Itdoesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean I did anything to them. I’ve never evenmet these people.”
“You’ve never met them, even thoughthey all bought or were given necklaces you made?” Simon said, in adisbelieving tone.
“I sell things online,” Mich said.“Why would I have met them?”
“So, you want us to believe thatfour people around a serial killer case all just happened to buy your pendantsby mistake?” Simon said.
“What these people did or didn’t dois hardly down to my client,” the lawyer said. “He can’t answer for theirchoices.”
