The Murder of Janessa Hennley by Victor Methos Page B

waiting for his lawyer. Suzan put him there because she wanted to watch him, since the cells did not have cameras.
    “He say anything?” Mickey said, walking up to her.
    “Just asked when his lawyer was going to get here.”
    “And when is that?”
    “I called him, and he said he was coming down as soon as he got a second.”
    Mickey examined Nathan’s face. It didn’t appear like Jason’s, panicked and uncertain. Nathan was calm and collected.
    “He’s not afraid of us. He’s gotten off similar charges before.”
    “I pulled his rap. There was nothing on there.”
    “Did you run a nationwide?”
    “No. I’ll have Yazzie do that right now.”
    “ I can get it done faster.” He texted his secretary. Within two minutes, he received a message with Nathan Goodall’s criminal history, including his juvenile history, his credit history, banking information, email account information and phone records attached.
    The sheriff looked at him like she had just seen him walk on water.
    “National security,” he said.
    “You think a sheriff of a town of five thousand could claim national security?”
    He grinned and flipped through the histories. Apparently, Nathan liked to travel, as he had residences set up in Utah, Colorado, and California, staying no longer than a year at each. He boasted criminal histories in all of them, including charges for sodomy and sexual exploitation of a minor. A warrant in Colorado stated that he had failed to register as a sex offender six years ago. Another in Utah for forcible sodomy.
    “I don’t think you need to worry abo ut your registry,” Mickey said to her. “He’s already on it.”
     
     
    After presenting Nathan with an extradition petition, he told them to cancel his lawyer. He would tell them anything they wanted to know in exchange for not pursuing extradition. The forcible sodomy charge still pending in Utah came with a mandatory fifteen to life sentence.
    “I’ll think about it,” Suzan said. “Depending on what you tell me.”
    He exhaled. “I could use a drink. Do you have anything?”
    “I’ll have my receptionist get you a Coke. Now start talking.”
    He tapped his fingertips together and drew in a deep breath. “I moved around a lot. Did things I shouldn’t do and always came back here. What else is there to say?”
    “Not about you, about the video I just showed you.”
    “What do you want to know?”
    “How did you get Janessa involved in this?” she said.
    “I didn’t. She asked me about it.”
    “About orgies with thirty strangers while she was passed out?”
    “She wasn’t passed out. And no, I didn’t get her involved. She wanted to be in porn. She thought that if she made some tapes and sent them in to the studios, they would pay for her to fly out to Los Angeles. I told her I would just pay for it.”
    “But she had to do some things first,” Mickey said.
    Nathan put his hands to his face. “I want immunity.”
    “Immunity from what?”
    Nathan leaned back and folded his arms. Then he set them on the table. Mickey got the impression that he couldn’t get comfortable. “I can give you some people you really want. Some bad folks.”
    “Unlike you?” Suzan said.
    He stared at the table a moment. “I want immunity and a promise that I won’t be extradited.”
    “Tell me what you have first , and I’ll think about getting the DA down here,” Suzan said.
    He looked to both of them. “There’s some men here that have certain tastes. Not just here. It goes to Anchorage and up to Homer. All over. They like younger girls. Not too young , but like teenagers. They have these parties where they get the young girls to come and then they… drug them and do what you saw on the video. Then they trade the girls with other groups.”
    “Trade?” she said. “What do you mean trade ?”
    “I mean they take the girl over to another city and trade her for some other girl. Or girls, sometimes there’s more than one. And they bring that