Cas was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. There some pictures laying across the table.
“Do te recognize any of these people, Mr. Novak?” inspector Anderson asked. Cas glanced fleeting at the pictures.
“Nope, never saw any of those poor, poor dead people” he replied careless.
Inspector Anderson shoved a picture towards Cas. “You should take another look” Cas picked up the picture of Heather unwillingly. “According to your medical files te once had a serious overdose of heroin, which turned te extremely violent to yourself. te see those needles? Those are heroin syringes”
Cas moved on his seat.
“I didn’t kill her” he said.
Inspector Anderson pushed three other pictures inoltrare, avanti and Cas recognized the mutilated bodies of Gary, Marcus and Frederik.
“At least fifteen people saw te provoking these three men on the night they were murdered” he said.
Cas swallowed. “They deserved it” he replied trembling.
“Why? Why did they deserve it?” inspector Anderson asked calm.
“They all deserved to die” Cas mumbled, shutting inspector Anderson out. He stood and started ripping the pictures. The guard at the door hurried to Cas to make him stop, but Anderson stuck out his hand.
Cas threw the particles on the floor and sat down again, breathing heavy.
“Do te feel better now?”
Cas shook his head.
“Are te sure they all deserved to die?” Inspector Anderson asked careful. “Heather almost got te killed, Mrs. Jones gave the judge a false statement, which could’ve resulted in your conviction. But those people te killed tonight. What have they done wrong?”
“Nothing” Cas mumbled. “That’s just it. They didn’t do anything. I needed help, but they wouldn’t even flinch”
“And those three men? Why did te maim them like that?” inspector Anderson continued. “Why did they deserve to die?”
Cas pulled up his knees and started rocking.
“I had a few people answering some domanda and apparently Frederik Gyles has been boasting about how he made sure you’d get punished for what te did to Alexia Moore…They raped you, didn’t they?”
“If you’re trying to play good cop, where’s your bad cop?” Cas avoided the question.
“You killed her” Anderson replied.
“She shot my girlfriend” Cas commented.
“Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Meg Masters” Cas answered sad. “I killed Isabel for her and she stabs me in the back”
“Do te know where we can find Miss Masters?”
“She’s probably home, where I was arrested. Why?” Cas asked, più curious than concerned.
“Because Meg Masters is our prime suspect in the murder on inspector Paul Morgan” inspector Anderson replied.
“I don’t know if that’s true, but I know for a fact that she did kill Heather. I saw it with my own eyes” Cas spilled.