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Then I smiled.Oops. It’s a wise man who remembers how many people he plans to kill.
I cleared my throat. “Actually, Greg? I have an idea that might divert the police’s attention from you to someone else.”
“Seriously? How could you do that?”
I smiled. “I’ll give them another suspect, steer them right into his path. But to do this, I’ll need your help. Are you up for that?” I tried to speak as earnestly as I could.
For this to work, I needed him to believe me.
There was silence for a moment. “Sure. I can do that. What do you want me to do?”
“Let me set things up at my end first, then I’ll call you.” I hung up, not wanting to hear his whining voice for another second.
I’d sent Porter a little Christmas gift, and I’d been dying to use it ever since I’d first read the book. One murder in particular had stood out, something I’d never considered doing before, which was odd because Bateman had done it, hadn’t he?
Except he hadn’t been as ambitious as I planned to be.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
GARY WALKEDinto the office to find Riley writing on the board.
“What have I missed?” He’d been to update Travers on Amy Walsh’s death.
“Did you tell Travers about the receipt for the shoe?”
“Yeah, why?”
Riley pulled a face. “It was a dead end, which we had a feeling it might be, given how much time has elapsed. No one at the shoe store remembered any customers who’d bought that particular style. So it’s back to the drawing—I mean—whiteboard.”
Gary’s phone rang, and he glanced at the screen. “It’s Greg Collins.” He clicked Answer and put it on speaker. “Mr. Collins. What can we do for you?”
“I need to talk to you. It’s important. It’s about the murders you’re investigating.”
“Which murders in particular?” Riley called out.
Greg paused before speaking. “Scott McCarthy, Brad Mitchell, Mark Wilson, Heather Kelly, Jeff Murphy, and Sean Nichols.”
Riley grabbed his notebooks, and Gary waited until Dan had pulled up the voice recorder on his phone and clicked on Record.
“Do you have information for us, Mr. Collins?” Gary kept his voice low and even.
“Yes. I… I know who killed them, only now I’m scared. I think I’m next.”
“Because of what you know?” Dan interjected.
“Yes. We didn’t think he was serious when he first mentioned it.”
Get a name, Riley mouthed.
“Who are we talking about? And when he mentioned what? Killing people?”
There was another pause. “This is all to do with… the Secret Murder Club.”
Dan’s breathing hitched.
Gary’s heartbeat quickened. “What was the purpose of the club? Apart from the obvious, given the title.”
