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"You have the right to remain silent," Ken said, calmly. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney--"
Jimmy began to scream. "No! No! I didn't do anything!"
Ken ignored him. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
Jimmy screamed again, and he kept struggling. Nicky hurried to Ken's side, and helped him put Jimmy in cuffs.
"I didn't kill her!" Jimmy screamed. "I didn't do anything!"
"Then you have nothing to worry about," Ken said, hauling Jimmy to his feet.
CHAPTER NINE
Nicky stood in front of the Hana Kuma sedan in Jimmy Drake's backyard. A crew of police officers swarmed the house, while Jimmy himself was being held in handcuffs by an officer in the backyard. Nicky wanted him close by as they searched for more evidence of his guilt--photos, items that could belong to the girls, anything. And Nicky wanted to be the one to search the car first.
She looked over her shoulder to see Ken pass by inside the house--he was helping some other officers search Jimmy's property. With black gloves on, so as not to disturb any evidence, Nicky stepped closer to the car, ready to dig inside.
The first thing Nicky did was open the door to the front seat and search around. She opened the glove box, but there was nothing of note other than a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. She flipped through the papers and user manuals in the glovebox, shaking them out, but she found no photos. She moved to the back seat and patted it down, but still, no hint at the photos.
Then she moved to the trunk. As she lifted the lid and peered inside, her heart skipped a beat. There, sitting right in the middle of the trunk, was a bundle. The bundle was large and rectangular, with long, smooth edges. It was wrapped in plastic and secured with duct tape, and its contents glinted silver in the sunlight. Nicky sensed danger radiating from the bundle, hinting at its illicit nature.
This was evidence of not a small drug deal--but a major one.
Nicky looked over at Jimmy, who was being held by an officer at the back of his house. He was trembling as he watched Nicky with horror.
He knew he'd been caught.
Nicky nodded at the group of officers standing by for her, and they understood the signal to take over the gutting of the car. Nicky had other plans. She walked right up to Jimmy, who avoided her eyes as the officer held him with his hands behind his back.
"That's a lot of cocaine, Jimmy," Nicky said.
"It's--it's not mine, I swear," Jimmy stuttered.
"You know we don't believe that." Nicky propped a hand on her hip.
Jimmy shook his head, looking to his side at the officer holding him. "I didn't do anything, I swear! Those drugs aren't mine, man! I'm just holding them, I--"
"Save it, shit bag," the officer said, and Jimmy shut right up.
But something wasn't adding up to Nicky. Was this why he'd lied about the car? She didn't find any photos, or anything that proved Jimmy was the killer. But plenty of proof he was a drug dealer.
"Did Frankie know you were a drug dealer?" Nicky asked. "Is that why you killed her?"
"What?" Jimmy exclaimed. "I told you, I never hurt Frankie or anyone! Those drugs, I'm just... I'm just holding them!"
"We'll see," Nicky said. "If you don't want to tell us the truth, fine. We'll find it out."
"I didn't do anything!" Jimmy exclaimed again.
"You want to tell us where the rest of the photos are?" Nicky asked. "We'll find them, Jimmy. You know that. All you're doing is wasting our time and yours. The sooner you confess, the sooner we can get this over with."
"What photos?" Jimmy asked. "I don't have any photos!"
"Come on, you don't want to make this harder on yourself," Nicky sighed. She didn't have time for this.
"I don't have the photos!"
"Where are the photos?"
