The People vs. Alex Cross (Alex Cross 25)

Parks was unarmed and without his cell phone, which was suspicious, given that Sally Sweet told Sampson that Parks operated his entire cyber-prostitution ring with it.

“Where’s your phone?” I asked, shining my flashlight in his face.

“Lost it the other day,” Parks said, blinking and lowering his head. “I was going to get a new one tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” Sampson said. “Why’d you run?”

“I like to run,” Parks said.

“You mean you like to run prostitutes,” I said.

“No, like, for fitness,” he said, calm and collected now.

“No, like, for hookers,” Sampson said. “You’ve got a whole stable of them.”

“Not true,” Parks said, and he laughed. “Now, who says that?”

“Vice.”

He looked up then, squinting, and said, “You’re not vice?”

“We’re homicide,” Sampson said. “You know Emily McCabe?”

Parks acted puzzled. “No, I don’t know an Emily McCabe.”

“Don’t be cute,” I said. “We can prove you know her.”

The pimp said nothing.

“We’re investigating her murder,” Sampson said.

“Her murder?” he said, seeming genuinely surpri

sed. “She’s dead?”

“She’s dead, and you killed her,” I said. “Strangled her on-camera.”

Parks seemed thrown. His mouth hung slightly open, and he stared down at the ground, his mind whirling with questions, no doubt. How had we gotten hold of the video? How should he respond?

Sampson said, “We know you made a snuff film, Neal. We’re gonna see you fry for it.”

“No way,” he said. “I didn’t kill no one.”

“You put a rope around Emily’s neck while you were having S-and-M sex with her,” I said. “And then you strangled her to death.”

“No,” he said. “I—”

“Killed her,” Sampson said.

“No,” Parks said, struggling, and then he apparently resigned himself to the situation. “Look, okay, I know Emily, but I did not kill her, because she is not dead. That video was just a fantasy. She made it for me as a kind of going-away present.”

“Give us a break,” I said.

“It’s true,” Parks said. He went on to claim that Emily McCabe had told him she’d saved enough money to quit the business and was going to school in Florida somewhere.

“Florida somewhere?” Sampson said. “That’s the best you can do?”

Parks lost his cool then and snapped, “It’s the only thing I have. Look, I liked Emily. A lot. I would never kill her.”