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Contents ( 36)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty One
  23. Chapter Twenty Two
  24. Chapter Twenty Three
  25. Chapter Twenty Four
  26. Chapter Twenty Five
  27. Chapter Twenty Six
  28. Chapter Twenty Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty One
  33. Chapter Thirty Two
  34. Chapter Thirty Three
  35. Chapter Thirty Four
  36. Epilogue

“I can’t remember anything,” he added with his eyes tightly shut as he shook his head. He started to sob uncontrollably.

“So what you’re telling me is that you aren’t sure if you killed these people?”

James looked up at the ceiling, his body now shaking with each sob until he opened his mouth to speak.

“I don’t know what I’m capable of,” he added before the weight of his words sank in, pushing him into an uncontrollable cry.

***

Tara and Warren stepped out into the hallway of the hospital. But just when the door closed, their eyes darted down the hall to where Sheriff Brady was briskly walking toward them with a short, middle-aged man that Tara had never seen before.

“So, how did it go?” she asked, when close enough.

She stood in front of them with an unwavering smile, revealing that she knew something that they didn’t yet. She quickly introduced them to the man standing next to her—the station’s psychiatrist.

Tara knew that the sheriff wanted James Hayden to be who they have been looking for all along. She wanted this to be over, as did Tara, and while James Hayden didn’t deny the allegations, Tara couldn’t help but wonder if he really did only steal the wallets and the camera, and all the other objects they found collected in his home. When he finally admitted to stealing, it was the first time Tara saw a flicker of genuineness as if he were telling the truth.

“Well,” Tara began, “he didn’t admit it, but he didn’t deny it either.”

Warren nodded. “There’s a good possibility it’s him though,” he chimed in. “Don’t you agree?” he asked Tara.

“Well, I—” Tara began, but she still wasn’t quite sure.

She needed more evidence to feel confident saying that she too knew it was him. The sheriff could sense Tara’s flicker of doubt and before she could even finish saying that she wasn’t too sure, Sheriff Brady spoke.

“My officers dug through that box of pills you found,” she began. “It looks like he was prescribed anti-psychotics.” She continued to explain that they had found bottles with his name on the labels. One of them, prescribed a couple weeks ago, had barely been touched, leading them to believe he wasn’t taking them.

“Would that cause a lapse in memory?” Tara asked, curious if maybe he was telling the truth when he said he didn’t remember.

Brady looked toward the psychiatrist who then shrugged.

“Not necessarily,” he confirmed. “But if he was taking any of the narcotics that were found in that box, that could potentially cause a lapse in memory, especially while withdrawing from anti-psychotics.”

Tara shared a quick glance with Warren. It certainly explained the lapse in memory, leading Tara to believe that maybe he wasn’t lying after all.

“Maybe he was telling the truth then,” Tara added.

But the sheriff just shook her head, before reiterating that he had a possible murder weapon and the victims’ belongings. They had enough to convict him.