“What other charges?”
“Aw, Kyle, you didn’t tell him? I’ll just read them into the record so we all know where we stand, and who’ll be stepping back. Kyle Knightly, you are currently under arrest for assaulting an officer, with additional charges of resisting arrest—”
The lawyer made a pfft sound. Eve simply held up a finger.
“You are further charged with breaking and entering, illegal entry, theft, and possession of stolen goods.”
“Just one minute,” Drummond began.
“Oh, I’m not close to finished. Haven’t even got to the meat. To continue, you are charged with assault, assault with intent to cause bodily harm, enforced imprisonment, the torture of Neville Patrick and Rosa Patrick, with the additional charges of sexual assault and rape on the person of Rosa Patrick.”
“This is bullshit. Take care of this, Wesley.”
“What possible proof—”
“Not done,” Eve said again. “You are further charged with…” She repeated all, naming Ira and Lori. Then she continued on to the Strazzas. “You are additionally charged with the murder of Anthony Strazza. To wind it up, you are hereby charged with—”
She detailed the lesser charges in the case concerning the Strazzas.
“You are charged with rape and sodomy on the person of Miko Carver, and the murders of Miko and Xavier Carver. Did I miss anything, Peabody?”
“It’s a lot. It’s a whole cavalcade.”
“Further charges may be brought by the people of New York. But we’ll work with these for now. Peabody, just to keep the bow tidy, read Mr. Knightly his rights again.”
“Happy to.”
Eve could see the lawyer’s wheels turning as Peabody recited the Revised Miranda. She didn’t bother to sit.
“I would like some time to consult with my client.”
“Sure. Dallas and Peabody exiting Interview. Record off.”
She opened the door, looked back at Kyle with a wide smile, tapped her files. “Got it all.”
“He didn’t tell his lawyer?” Peabody shoved a hand through her hair. “Did he actually think we wouldn’t go into his locked room?”
“He’s a coward, and he was stalling. Trying to figure the way out, telling himself his pricey legal suit would get him out. We’re not finished with him, Peabody, and I don’t mean just here and now. We’re going to find the other women he molested or raped, document how he scared or bought them off from pressing charges. We’re going to hand that to Reo, too.”
Eve glanced at the door, shrugged. “They’re going to be a while. See if you can find and contact the woman his father paid off—the first one we found. Convince her to tell her story.”
“Can I tell her he’s been arrested, and the charges?”
“Not the charges, not in detail.”
Eve went back to her office, sat and studied her board. Then just closed her eyes until the lawyer sent word they were ready.
“I got her, Dallas. She relocated, married, took her husband’s name, but I got her. She says she’s put it all behind her, has nothing to say. But, my take? When we can tell her the charges, when we can tell her he’s going away? She’ll talk to us.”
“Good enough for now. Dallas and Peabody reentering Interview. So?” This time she sat, let the files drop with a weighty thump. “All set?”
“My client refutes all charges.”
“Seriously?”
“Lieutenant, this is no joking matter. These crimes are heinous, and even if the hint of them leaks into the media, my client’s reputation will suffer irreparable damage. Should this occur, you will have opened yourself and this department up to a civil suit.”
Eve began opening files, removing crime scene photos. “Neville and Rosa Patrick suffered irreparable damage. Lori and Ira Brinkman suffered irreparable damage.”