Chapters (1)
LaGuerta ignored him. “We don't want any wild speculation in the press about what has happened here,” she said. “As you can see, this is a vicious and bizarre crime—” she paused for a moment and then said very carefully, “Unlike Anything We Have Ever Seen Before.” You could actually hear her capitalize the letters.
Nick Something said, “Huh,” and looked thoughtful. Eric the Viking got it immediately. “Whoa, wait a minute,” he said. “You're saying this is a brand-new killer? A whole different set of murders?”
LaGuerta looked at him with great significance. “Of course it's too soon to say anything for sure,” she said, sounding sure, “but let's look at this thing logically, okay? First,” she held up a finger, “we got a guy who confessed the other stuff. He's in jail, and we didn't let him out to do this. Second, this doesn't look like anything I ever saw, does it? 'Cause there's three and they're stacked up all pretty, okay?” Bless her heart, she had noticed.
“Why can't I get my camera guy?” Rick Sangre asked. “Wasn't there a mirror found at one of the other murders?” Eric the Viking said weakly, trying very hard not to look. “Have you identified the, uh—” Nick Something said. His head started to turn toward the display and he caught himself, snapped back around to LaGuerta. “Are the victims prostitutes, Detective?”
“Listen,” LaGuerta said. She sounded a little annoyed, and a small trace of Cuban accent showed in her voice for just a second. “Let me esplain something. I don't care if they're prostitutes. I don't care if they got a mirror. I don't care about any of that.” She took a breath and went on, much calmer. “We got the other killer locked up in the jail. We've got a confession. This is a whole new thing, okay? That's the important thing. You can see it—this is different.”
“Then why are you assigned to it?” asked Eric the Viking, very reasonably, I thought. LaGuerta showed shark teeth. “I solved the other one,” she said. “But you're sure this is a brand-new killer, Detective?” Rick Sangre asked. “There's no question. I can't tell you any details, but I got lab work to back me up.” I was sure she meant me. I felt a small thrill of pride. “But this is kind of close, isn't it? Same area, same general technique—” Eric the Viking started. LaGuerta cut him off. “Totally different,” she said. “Totally different.” “So you're completely satisfied that McHale committed all those other murders and this one is different,” Nick Something said. “One hundred percent,” LaGuerta said. “Besides, I never said McHale did the others.” For a second, the reporters all forgot the horror of not having pictures. “What?” Nick Something finally said. LaGuerta blushed, but insisted, “I never said McHale did it. McHale said he did it, okay? So what am I supposed to do? Tell him go away, I don't believe you?”