Played: “Sometimes you never know who is playing who, until the damage is done." by Bad-Boy Storyteller Page B

case, you won’t find a judge to sign a search warrant, not without something substantial. And I don’t think you’re bold enough for any shenanigans, not with everyone watching.”
    With that an uneasy Captain Jackson looks at Cools and slightly shakes his head, letting him know before his wheels begin to turn, that isn’t the path he intends to take.
    “I have an idea,” says Janice Dryer, the psychologist. Everyone sighs before turning their attention to her. She wears the ideal attire for her profession— the skirt-and-blouse combo that’s 70 percent classy innocence and 30 percent take me now. Her hair is pulled back into a bun, leaving a few strands dangling beside her cheeks. Although everyone would concede she is nice to look at, no one wants to hear anything she has to say. Janice knows this, and in spite of their judgment, she confidently explains her proposal with poise. In a soft voice, she says to them, “I think maybe he will just come in on his own.”
    Cools’s eyes start to roll. Others curse under their breath in frustration.
    Janice, noticing their reactions, begins defending her statement. “No, think about it: this guy calls a live radio broadcast with millions of listeners. So I ask you: why did he do that?”
    “Because he is a psychopath,” Michelle chirps out.
    “Well, maybe…But there is more to it than that. I compiled a full psychological report on him. He drives a Lotus; his wife is a stripper; and have you seen his picture? Flashy hair, jewelry, tight abs, very metro-sexual—he’s a playboy, a classic narcissist. And I believe he will welcome the limelight with open arms. I believe there’s the very real possibility that, subconsciously, he wants to come in to parade in front of the cameras, just like his father. Have you ever seen him?”
    Silence cascades over the room as all of them grant some consideration to her idea.
    “That actually somehow makes sense,” Michelle says, while others begin to gesture the same.
    Cools surveys them all for a second before spouting out, “Are you guys losing your fucking minds? What are we supposed to do—just sit around here and wait for him to knock on the goddamned door?”
    “Just be quiet, Brad. Let’s hear what Janice has to say,” Michelle says, with a gentle pat on his leg. Everyone returns their attention to Janice, some making note of the affection between the two detectives.
    “So, do you have any suggestions as to how we’re gonna get him in here?” Captain Jackson asks.
    “Well, I do,” Janice answers, feeling empowered. She scoots gracefully forward in her seat. “I want you all to consider this: egomaniacs are extremely overconfident, and if he’s done something to Kimberly, he not only wants you to know about it, he’s certain he will escape punishment for his crimes, especially given the fact that he’s now had close to a week to cover his tracks.” A few glance at Cools; others try not to as Janice rolls on. “I believe he wants to answer your questions more than you want to ask them. Think about it: he supposes himself as superior to you. And he not only wishes for you to know it, he wants the whole world to know it. If for no other reason than to boast, to be documented, acknowledged. So to answer your question more directly: he wouldn’t be able to refuse control; he knows sooner or later he will have to answer some questions; all we have to do is plant the seed that he should do it on his own terms.”
    “So how do we use all that to get him to stroll in here with his hands in the air?” Cools asks.
    “Maybe we could simply contact him and offer him the opportunity to present a statement, so we could state to the media that he is freely cooperating and not hiding behind his attorney, emphasizing the ‘hiding behind his attorney’ part.”
    “I think it’s worth a shot,” Captain Jackson announces, just as his secretary pops in.
    “Excuse me, Captain, there’s a call coming in from the two