Page 92 of Last Girls Alive
“Nothing. I tried to get into her pants, she wouldn’t go for it, and then nothing.”
“What did you do when she refused you after flirting with you?”
McGaven turned his head slightly toward Katie as if to warn her to stay on track.
Bramble pressed his lips tightly almost to the point they turned pale. It was clear by his body language, tense shoulders, shallow breathing, fidgeting hands, that he did not like the question. Something triggered him, but he fought against it.
“Mr. Bramble, did you hate her, didn’t care, wanted to get even, what?”
“I…”
“C’mon, it must’ve made you mad?”
“Didn’t…”
“Did she make fun of you?”
“Kill…”
“How did she make you feel? I can tell you are still angry about it today.”
Bramble stood up and yelled, “I didn’t kill anyone!”
“Take it easy,” said McGaven.
“I like fantasy! That’s all it is—fantasy! I’m sorry… Is that good enough?”
“Sit down, Mr. Bramble,” McGaven ordered.
“What’s wrong with you, lady? I told you that I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Just sit down,” McGaven repeated as he guided the man to sit back down in the chair.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he repeated sarcastically.
“Sorry about what? Sorry that you took evidence in a homicide investigation, or sorry that you got caught?” said Katie.
“NO!” He banged his hands on the table and pushed himself back as far as he could away from Katie.
Katie didn’t blink. “Thank you, Mr. Bramble, we’ll be in touch.” She picked up the file and left the room.
After McGaven had let the detective division know that they were through with Mr. Bramble for the time being, he caught up with Katie.
Katie saw his expression. “I know…”
“That was…” he began.
“Look, I had to push him or…”
“Brilliant,” he finished.
“What?” She was shocked that he had apparently approved of her tactics.
“You heard me. That was brilliantly done.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, but it didn’t really give us anything. We have to wait and see what is found at his home and business after the search.” She paused at the forensics door, turning to McGaven and making sure that no one was within earshot. “How long would you wait before asking your significant other to marry you?”
“Wait a minute. You’ve switched gears on me here.”
