women. You still would have gotten the death penalty.”
In the darkness, Glenn remained silent. Trinity shifted uncomfortably on the bed, swallowed, her left hand shaking so hard she almost dropped the pen.
“Yes,” he finally said, as if he had only just thought about it. “It matters. You think that we’re all that different? Do you think that under the right conditions, you would not kill?”
“You didn’t kill in self-defense,” Trinity couldn’t stop herself from saying.
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Why did you kill them?”
He chuckled. “Because I could. To see if I could get away with it.”
Because I could. The cold calmness in his words terrified her almost as much as knowing what he had done to those poor women.
“But you didn’t get away with it. Doesn’t your life mean something to you? You had everything—a high-paying job, a million dollar house, a nice family—and you killed for what? A game?”
“I would have gotten away with it!” His anger vibrated across the room. Trinity couldn’t help but think he was playing a game with her, right then, and that he would kill her if she asked the wrong questions.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” she mumbled.
He spoke, his voice tight and clipped. “Don’t you see? They couldn’t have convicted me. Not on the first three murders. The evidence from my first kill was thrown out by the judge. The jury wasn’t allowed to consider that evidence, they never even heard it! You didn’t report on it, and you probably didn’t even know that the cops fucked up! It was the evidence from Anna’s murder that they used, and tied the other three to that. But I didn’t kill Anna, and therefore I should never have been brought to trial! I would have walked away. I had only planned to kill three, unless—” He stopped.
Trinity had to ask. “Unless what?”
He didn’t answer, but stood. “You have what you need. Find out who killed Anna Clark. Exonerate me.”
“You’ll still go back to prison when they catch you.”
He laughed. “ If they catch me.” He started for the door. He was going to let her live!
For now.
She shivered, her mind running through everything he’d said. “Mr. Glenn,” she said.
He stopped. In the faint light, she made out his shadow by her bedroom door. “More questions?” He sounded humored.
“Who? Who would frame you for Anna Clark’s murder?”
“Why don’t you ask William Hooper?”
“Hooper?” Will Hooper was a solid cop. Trinity couldn’t see him planting evidence.
“Something didn’t come out at trial, but is relevant to this case. While Anna Clark was murdered, Mr. Hooper was fucking Robin McKenna.”
Robin McKenna was the stripper who had been Anna’s roommate. She had testified against Glenn. Robin had since bought the strip joint where they worked, and The Eighth Sin was now one of the hottest nightclubs in San Diego. Trinity had been there a couple times. Urban, chic, with trendy music, lots of dancing, good drinks, and an attentive staff.
Robin McKenna herself was gorgeous, but Trinity sensed at the trial that she was also smart and savvy. It didn’t surprise her that she could turn a fledging strip joint into a high-class nightclub. Had she been involved with Will Hooper? Hooper was a stud. He had a long list of girlfriends. His reputation was no secret among cops and reporters.
Years ago, she’d slept with Will Hooper. He was cute, funny, attentive, and smart. What woman wouldn’t fall for him?
But the relationship had just…evaporated. That last date when he took her to a lovely restaurant on the coast outside Coronado, she thought they might be moving to the next level, then he kissed her good night on her porch and she never heard from him again. Every time she saw him he smiled and was polite, and not once had she heard from any cop that she’d slept with Hooper. He told no one. She doubted his partner Carina Kincaid knew, because Carina was an easy read and protective of Hooper.
In the darkness, Glenn remained silent. Trinity shifted uncomfortably on the bed, swallowed, her left hand shaking so hard she almost dropped the pen.
“Yes,” he finally said, as if he had only just thought about it. “It matters. You think that we’re all that different? Do you think that under the right conditions, you would not kill?”
“You didn’t kill in self-defense,” Trinity couldn’t stop herself from saying.
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Why did you kill them?”
He chuckled. “Because I could. To see if I could get away with it.”
Because I could. The cold calmness in his words terrified her almost as much as knowing what he had done to those poor women.
“But you didn’t get away with it. Doesn’t your life mean something to you? You had everything—a high-paying job, a million dollar house, a nice family—and you killed for what? A game?”
“I would have gotten away with it!” His anger vibrated across the room. Trinity couldn’t help but think he was playing a game with her, right then, and that he would kill her if she asked the wrong questions.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” she mumbled.
He spoke, his voice tight and clipped. “Don’t you see? They couldn’t have convicted me. Not on the first three murders. The evidence from my first kill was thrown out by the judge. The jury wasn’t allowed to consider that evidence, they never even heard it! You didn’t report on it, and you probably didn’t even know that the cops fucked up! It was the evidence from Anna’s murder that they used, and tied the other three to that. But I didn’t kill Anna, and therefore I should never have been brought to trial! I would have walked away. I had only planned to kill three, unless—” He stopped.
Trinity had to ask. “Unless what?”
He didn’t answer, but stood. “You have what you need. Find out who killed Anna Clark. Exonerate me.”
“You’ll still go back to prison when they catch you.”
He laughed. “ If they catch me.” He started for the door. He was going to let her live!
For now.
She shivered, her mind running through everything he’d said. “Mr. Glenn,” she said.
He stopped. In the faint light, she made out his shadow by her bedroom door. “More questions?” He sounded humored.
“Who? Who would frame you for Anna Clark’s murder?”
“Why don’t you ask William Hooper?”
“Hooper?” Will Hooper was a solid cop. Trinity couldn’t see him planting evidence.
“Something didn’t come out at trial, but is relevant to this case. While Anna Clark was murdered, Mr. Hooper was fucking Robin McKenna.”
Robin McKenna was the stripper who had been Anna’s roommate. She had testified against Glenn. Robin had since bought the strip joint where they worked, and The Eighth Sin was now one of the hottest nightclubs in San Diego. Trinity had been there a couple times. Urban, chic, with trendy music, lots of dancing, good drinks, and an attentive staff.
Robin McKenna herself was gorgeous, but Trinity sensed at the trial that she was also smart and savvy. It didn’t surprise her that she could turn a fledging strip joint into a high-class nightclub. Had she been involved with Will Hooper? Hooper was a stud. He had a long list of girlfriends. His reputation was no secret among cops and reporters.
Years ago, she’d slept with Will Hooper. He was cute, funny, attentive, and smart. What woman wouldn’t fall for him?
But the relationship had just…evaporated. That last date when he took her to a lovely restaurant on the coast outside Coronado, she thought they might be moving to the next level, then he kissed her good night on her porch and she never heard from him again. Every time she saw him he smiled and was polite, and not once had she heard from any cop that she’d slept with Hooper. He told no one. She doubted his partner Carina Kincaid knew, because Carina was an easy read and protective of Hooper.
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