“I don’t know. I don’t know her. I told you, maybe it was a wrong number.”

Warren spoke up. “The first call lasted two minutes and thirty-six seconds, the second, four minutes and thirteen seconds, the last one was almost five minutes. Most of my wrong numbers are over and done with in less than ten seconds. Why so long on the phone, and more than once? Were you helping her place the correct call each time?”

“Yeah, I’m the goddamn information hotline.”

“Cute. You’d better hold onto that sense of humor. It’ll win you friends when you’re locked away for the rest of your life for murder,” Warren said.

“I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Sure you didn’t. Your name just happens to be linked to several dead women, but you had no role in their death?” Gavin said.

“What do you mean several dead women?” Colin’s lawyer asked.

Gavin continued questioning Colin, ignoring his lawyer. “Have you ever been to the Eastville Projects, specifically the residence belonging to a Francine Donohue?”

“I told you I have no idea who that is.”

“She was victim number two. Jeanne Coleman was number one, Samantha Ritcher number three, and your wife was the fourth in the string of murders. Three of those women were dismembered and their teeth removed.”

“I still don’t know who she is.”

“Can you tell me why a gum wrapper with your DNA was found under this dead woman’s bed?”

Colin stared in disbelief, not answering the question. Gavin was unwavering. “Colin, were you having an affair with Francine Donohue?”

No answer again.

Gavin continued. “Did you murder Francine Donohue?”

This time Colin jumped up from the chair and began pounding on the table; wildly hitting his fists on the wood. “I’m not listening to this bullshit anymore!” Colin yelled. His lawyer grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back down in his seat.

“This is all circumstantial evidence. It doesn’t prove my client murdered these women. So, he talked to someone who called him. So, a gum wrapper was found. It’s garbage, literally. I can give you a million different explanations for all of this. Do you have anything else against my client?” the lawyer calmly asked.

“Not yet,” Gavin said.

Colin smiled smugly, composure regained at the not yet statement. “You have nothing real on me, or you would have done something more by now, something other than this fishing crap. I told you I didn’t know who those women were.” He turned his focus toward Thomas. “With my lawyer and you I should be out of here in time for dinner.”

“That’s all well and good but I need more information before I decide if I will take your case,” Thomas said plainly. His cool response was a sharp contrast to the heated tension in the room.