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She moves from looking at me to him. "He's in the middle interrogation room. He's like completely still, not even jittery. It's strange."
"Do you think he's on something?"
"You'll find out soon for us." Archer leaves to get ready for the interview.
"You know that I'm a top profiler, right? I see that you two are getting very close." We start walking towards the observation room.
"We were going to tell you as soon as we figured out what it was. You were the first person that was going to find out. Promise."
Her eyebrow lifts, "As long as this doesn't come in between you two working together. But we do have to let HR know."
"Got it, boss." That was way easier than I thought. Is something wrong with her? "Are you watching too?"
"Yes, only me and you in there. I didn't want it too crowded
out here. We don't get too many people that confess to murder. They all think this place is a circus."
"Tell them all to go home. Did you forget you're their boss?" I nudged her with my elbow to show her I was just playing with her.
"I did not forget, but at least they aren't crowding in here with us. They'll get bored soon enough, and we'll be away from them anyways, so it's okay."
We face the mirror, and we are looking at a pretty average-looking guy. He has blonde hair and tanned skin, probably from the hot days lately. He's also looking straight at the mirror. It's creepy as hell. His arms are crossed, but he's not moving at all except for his breathing.
He's in silence for about two minutes. I'm already trying to profile him, but it's always hard to when they don't move or say anything. Finally, Archer walks in. Not even with a folder, just a small notepad and a pen. He goes to his side of the table and pulls out the chair to sit. He starts to write in the notepad. I'm assuming it's about the person sitting in front of him, but it could also be nonsense. It's a way to make the guy more uncomfortable. But he didn't even flinch when Archer came in. In fact, he hasn't even moved a muscle. He seems trained, maybe military. Or, like I previously said, maybe in the medical field. But if he was in the military, he might have been on the medical team instead of in battle. Performing amputations left and right. I shiver thinking about Rory down in my lab.
Archer puts the pen down and stares at the guy. They are having a staring contest. I'm assuming he's trying to make the guy crack, but he's not going to budge. "You're the one who came here. So, talk. Start with your name."
The guy leans back. Finally moving but still with that stillness in him. It's almost like he's coded that way. I'm watching him so fiercely, afraid I'm going to miss something between the exchange.
"My name is Eric Delmont, and I killed Rory Johnson." I'm surprised that he knows Rory's name.
"Can you recount what happened?" Archer leans back to
mimic what the suspect is doing.
"Yeah, I was mad. This guy was dancing with the girl that I was hooking up with on the low."
"So, you what?" The way he was killed does not scream revenge for a girl that's not even a girlfriend.
"I took him to a warehouse. I amputated his fingers one by one. Letting him scream in pain when he lost consciousness, I waited until he came back to it. Then I restarted. I liked the way he screamed. Then I beat him. He was near dead when I amputated his last finger, but the beating did him in. I scooped his eyes out because he looked at my girl."
I look at Nisa, "That was a whole lot of correct information. No media channel got a whiff of any of those details, either. Nisa, I think this guy is legit."
"Why does it seem so easy then." She crosses her arms as Archer starts to talk again.
"And why are you coming in now?" The question we are all
wondering.
"My girl doesn't want to be with me. I have nothing else to live for. I was in the Army. I know that you guys will be investigating this case forever. I figured I would give my fellow agents a break." He sounds sincere. The gloves make sense if he was a vet. He might have been treated there.
"What did you do in the Army?"
"I was a doctor for the field. It was a bloody mess all the time. I specialized in cutting the parts off that were mostly missing and stitching the people back up. Look, I'm trying to help you guys. I know that I'm in there for life as soon as I cut his first finger off. I would've gotten away with it, too. I didn't leave anything. I was clean and thorough. This case would've been cold for years."
He's talking quite a bit. But he's not mumbling or speaking fast. He's really just giving us all the information we need to convict him. To me, that's strange, but since he was in the Army and had seen unimaginable things, it might make sense in his head to come clean about what he did. Nisa breaks the silence in the room, "What
do you think Daph?"
