“Oh my gosh, did he kill them? Is that what he’s saying?” Bree’s green eyes were big where she crouched behind the tires again.
“I hope not.” Not because Tanner wasn’t ready to close this case and prove his innocence, but because Glen had the tactical advantage right now with them trapped in the shed. If he was admitting to murder, he definitely wasn’t planning on letting them go free to tell the world about it.
“Don’t say anything else, Glen,” Tanner called out. “Let’s just wait and talk things out reasonably.”
“I killed them,” Glen yelled. “I killed Anders, Newkirk and Owen Duquette.”
The words were breathy and quick, like he was relieved to get them off his chest.
Damn it. Tanner ran a hand over his face. He had to get Bree out of this shed. He pulled out his phone. It was time to call in the cavalry.
Proving his innocence wouldn’t do him any good if they were both dead.
“Are you calling 911? How long will it take them to get here?” she whispered.
“A while. But I’m not calling them. If they come in here guns blazing, Glen is just going to open fire on this place. I’m calling Whitaker.”
She made a sour face. “That guy is an ass hat.”
Ass hat or not, Tanner trusted him to have the experience needed for this sort of situation.
Whitaker answered on the first ring. “If it isn’t the man on the top of my personal most wanted list.”
“Yeah, well, maybe we can go out for dinner and dancing sometime,” Tanner quipped. “I need you to get to this address.” He rattled it off.
“Glen Carrico’s place?”
What the hell?“Do I even want to know why you know that?”
“You’re not the only person around here who can do detective work, you know. I’m actually on my way out to talk to him right now.”
Tanner wanted to know exactly how Whitaker had figured it out, but that would have to wait until later. “Good. Because Glen just admitted to killing all three of the victims. He’s got Bree and me trapped in a shed and is firing at us.”
Whitaker let out a curse. At least he was taking this seriously. “I’m probably twenty minutes out.”
“Okay, we’ll hold him off until then. Hurry.” Tanner clicked off the phone.
He looked around. There was stuff piled up everywhere, but only one door. He moved away from the cover the piles of wood provided and eased toward the back of the shed. He wasn’t going to wait for Glen to decide he was done talking and ready to start shooting. They’d be sitting ducks.
“Do you think my brother’s really going to survive in a max security?” Glen yelled. “He can barely hack it at Camp George West. Those guys I killed gave up information on other people in order to get out of jail. They were scum. Criminals who then ratted out others in order to save themselves.”
Tanner shifted a large metal shelf. Was that a small window up near the ceiling at the back? It had been blacked out, but maybe it would still open. It was going to make a lot of noise trying to get to it.
“Try to keep him talking so he can’t hear me.”
Bree nodded, watching him with wide eyes. She moved closer to the door.
“How did you know that they snitched on others?” she called out.
“The precious psychiatrist’s files told me everything I needed to know. All three of them had to be cleared by Michalski before their sentences were reduced.”
“What did you use to hack the files? Doxing? A Trojan horse or what?”
Tanner moved the large cabinet again, wincing as it made a loud scratching noise.
Meanwhile Bree looked like she was actuallyinterested in how Glen had hacked the files. She probably was.
“Neither,” Glen responded. “I did it the old-fashioned way. I bought the information from somebody else who hacked it. Michalski’s own wife sold me the files.”
