photos. Centered above his left ear was a rectangular area of shaved scalp, tattooed inside it in Gothic letters, “TRAVIS.”
Alverson broke the silence and snarled, “Where’s the baby?”
Kendall knew Alverson had been ready to burst and touched his arm to quiet him.
“We need your help, Mr. Jordan,” she said. “The baby’s missing, and her remaining family needs to know where she is. We have to find her before any harm comes to her.”
Bellamy leaned toward her client and whispered in his ear. His sullen gaze remained unchanged.
Kendall brought out a photo of Philly Glausson and laid it on top of the others. “This innocent child deserves to be with family.”
Jordan’s eyes slid to the child. He sneered. “I’m not telling you jack. Take your pictures and shove ‘em up your ass.”
Alverson pushed across the table in Jordan’s direction. Kendall grabbed his arm and brought him back to a sitting position just as the door opened and Kahn walked in.
“This interview is concluded.” He motioned for Kendall and Alverson to follow him from the room.
The two men left the room ahead of her while Kendall returned the photos to her briefcase. Jordan’s gaze remained focused on her. In a loud, nearly singsong whisper, he said, “Fuckin’ baby’s dead, bitch.”
Kendall froze. “What did you say?”
Bellamy attempted to restrain her client as he spun out of control, grabbing the edge of the table and screaming, “You heard me—the baby’s dead! Dead! I fucked the piece of shit and it’s dead! Then I threw its bloody carcass in the woods for the animals.”
Kahn pulled Kendall out of the room and went in to confront Jordan. As the door closed behind her, Kendall could still hear Jordan yelling, along with Bellamy’s voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Kendall was nauseous remembering his words, grateful to be away from them.
She expected to be chastised for her impromptu interview with Travis Jordan, but a few moments later Kahn joined them, his face surprisingly devoid of animosity. “I’m going to let this pass, Detective. Anything Jordan says can be added to the evidence that’s already been acquired. Convicting him won’t be difficult with what we have on him.”
The phone call must have been his source of this new evidence. “And that is?”
Apparently too exhilarated about his evidence to contain it, Kahn said, “The ballistic report came in—the same gun was used in all three invasions—his. It was hidden in the trunk of his car and his fingerprints are all over it.”
“What about the partial we found on one of our victims? And the one in Green Bay? Do they match Jordan?” Kendall asked.
“We have the weapon, what more do you want?”
Was it possible all Kahn cared about was having enough evidence to make his arrest stick? “If the partial isn’t a match, Jordan might have had an accomplice who took the child.”
“An interesting suggestion, Detective. But it sounded to me like Jordan just admitted killing the child. I believe your chief told you we’ve taken over the case; let us follow up on anything that could lead to the child or indicate whether there was another unsub. We’ll find the baby. And in case you aren’t aware of it, a partial won’t hold up in court unless it has a decent point match-up.”
Kahn couldn’t care less about Philly Glausson. It was time to back off. Kendall followed Alverson out the front door and handed him the car keys. “I think you’d better drive.”
“You okay?”
“I will be if I don’t puke. That fucker’s rant was hard to take.”
“Yeah, but at least we know what happened to the kid.”
Too upset to argue with Alverson, she knew Jordan’s disgusting words could have been nothing more than payback for being taken into custody or for being confronted with the Glausson photos. She hoped so. The alternative was too ghastly to contemplate, even for a cop.
13
Wednesday
When Kendall came to work early the next
Alverson broke the silence and snarled, “Where’s the baby?”
Kendall knew Alverson had been ready to burst and touched his arm to quiet him.
“We need your help, Mr. Jordan,” she said. “The baby’s missing, and her remaining family needs to know where she is. We have to find her before any harm comes to her.”
Bellamy leaned toward her client and whispered in his ear. His sullen gaze remained unchanged.
Kendall brought out a photo of Philly Glausson and laid it on top of the others. “This innocent child deserves to be with family.”
Jordan’s eyes slid to the child. He sneered. “I’m not telling you jack. Take your pictures and shove ‘em up your ass.”
Alverson pushed across the table in Jordan’s direction. Kendall grabbed his arm and brought him back to a sitting position just as the door opened and Kahn walked in.
“This interview is concluded.” He motioned for Kendall and Alverson to follow him from the room.
The two men left the room ahead of her while Kendall returned the photos to her briefcase. Jordan’s gaze remained focused on her. In a loud, nearly singsong whisper, he said, “Fuckin’ baby’s dead, bitch.”
Kendall froze. “What did you say?”
Bellamy attempted to restrain her client as he spun out of control, grabbing the edge of the table and screaming, “You heard me—the baby’s dead! Dead! I fucked the piece of shit and it’s dead! Then I threw its bloody carcass in the woods for the animals.”
Kahn pulled Kendall out of the room and went in to confront Jordan. As the door closed behind her, Kendall could still hear Jordan yelling, along with Bellamy’s voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Kendall was nauseous remembering his words, grateful to be away from them.
She expected to be chastised for her impromptu interview with Travis Jordan, but a few moments later Kahn joined them, his face surprisingly devoid of animosity. “I’m going to let this pass, Detective. Anything Jordan says can be added to the evidence that’s already been acquired. Convicting him won’t be difficult with what we have on him.”
The phone call must have been his source of this new evidence. “And that is?”
Apparently too exhilarated about his evidence to contain it, Kahn said, “The ballistic report came in—the same gun was used in all three invasions—his. It was hidden in the trunk of his car and his fingerprints are all over it.”
“What about the partial we found on one of our victims? And the one in Green Bay? Do they match Jordan?” Kendall asked.
“We have the weapon, what more do you want?”
Was it possible all Kahn cared about was having enough evidence to make his arrest stick? “If the partial isn’t a match, Jordan might have had an accomplice who took the child.”
“An interesting suggestion, Detective. But it sounded to me like Jordan just admitted killing the child. I believe your chief told you we’ve taken over the case; let us follow up on anything that could lead to the child or indicate whether there was another unsub. We’ll find the baby. And in case you aren’t aware of it, a partial won’t hold up in court unless it has a decent point match-up.”
Kahn couldn’t care less about Philly Glausson. It was time to back off. Kendall followed Alverson out the front door and handed him the car keys. “I think you’d better drive.”
“You okay?”
“I will be if I don’t puke. That fucker’s rant was hard to take.”
“Yeah, but at least we know what happened to the kid.”
Too upset to argue with Alverson, she knew Jordan’s disgusting words could have been nothing more than payback for being taken into custody or for being confronted with the Glausson photos. She hoped so. The alternative was too ghastly to contemplate, even for a cop.
13
Wednesday
When Kendall came to work early the next
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