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Give It to Me

Warning: This chapter depicts murder.

"You seein' this, Wilson?" Alex chuckles dryly, watching as the forensic specialist conducts a Luminal test. "The bathtub's lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree."

"Well, at least we know where the dismemberment took place," I reply.

"Now we just gotta figure out where he dumped the body."

"That's Jones' job now, remember?"

"We still have a week left on the case. That's plenty of time to find the body."

"It took us over a month to discover the last one though," I apprise. "Face it, Crawford. The sands are running out."

We step out of the room to give the forensics team more space to work. I remove my latex gloves and throw them into the biohazard bag. Alex follows suit. "Look, maybe you're right and we won't find her in time. But have a little faith, would ya?"

"I'm not sure faith is enough."

"We're good at what we do and you know it," says Alex. "Isn't that enough?"

"I'll let you know when I find the body," I impart before turning around and leaving the crime scene.

Once I'm out of the house, I immediately head for my car parked across the street. I get inside, exhaling a shaky breath after slamming the door shut.

I've been investigating the Grim Sleeper case for a while now. And every day, I just get more and more stressed out over it. I'm trying to link as many victims as possible to him, but so far, I've only managed to link six. That's due to him confessing to murders he didn't commit.

Shawn King, also known as the Grim Sleeper, likes to conjure up bogus murders and then tell the prison guards to call us because he's ready to confess. I have no idea what his point for doing this is. Shawn has alluded to having killed over thirty women and girls, so why does he feel the need to make them up?

I mean, yes, his confessions lead to an investigation which, in turn, pushes off his execution date. But if what Shawn says is true and he has killed thirty people, then why the fabrications?

Actually, that's a stupid question on my end.

I know why he does it.

At least to a certain extent I do.

In the last interview I had with Shawn King, he told me he wanted to play a game...

"What are you, Jigsaw?" I scoffed. "This isn't a fucking movie, Mr. King. This is real life. Now, tell me where Lauren Matthews is."

A creepy, devilish smile appeared on his lips. "What's the use in coming right out with it, detective? Let's have a little fun together first."

"I'm not interested in having any 'fun' with you. I just want to give these families of unsolved murders and missing girls some closure, as well as send you to the electric chair."

"They won't put that metal cap on until you find all the bodies. Which, you never will. I'll die of old age before you even get close," Shawn grinned.

"Just tell me where you dumped Lauren Matthews," I demanded again, doing my best to ignore his smug attitude. "Stop wasting our time here."

"I have nothing but time, detective. No matter what happens, I'll never see what's on the other side of these four cinderblock walls."

"Is that how you want to spend the rest of your pathetic life? Making up stories behind some cinderblock walls instead of telling me the truth?" I wondered. "If I were you, I'd want to be put to death as soon as possible so I wouldn't have to continue staring at those same cinderblock walls day after day." I then leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "You can escape these walls, Mr. King. All you have to do is be honest with me."