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addressing Garrison—only he opened his mouth first. “Who the fuck are you?”
    “I’m Agent Abby Kane and this is my partner Agent Trey Wilkinson. We’re with the FBI. We’d like to ask you a few questions, Michael.”
    “Call me Blade,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
    “All right, Blade. I want—”
    “You guys fucking each other?”
    The officer wasn’t kidding. I took a moment to figure out a plan for that jack-hole. I knew his type—met plenty over the years. Fighting them never works. I straightened up. “Would you answer my questions if I said we were?”
    “Maybe.”
    A smirk developed on his face. Still, his eyes never wavered. Give and take, Abby. I leaned forward a bit. “We’re fuck buddies. Now tell me, Blade—”
    “How often?” He shot back as his eyes focused on my breasts.
    “At the bank, why did you kill all those people?”
    Garrison looked me in the eyes once again. “I didn’t kill all those people. I know everyone thinks I did but I only killed some of them.”
    “Fourteen people were found either shot or cut.”
    “Right. I shot people with a gun. I didn’t cut anyone. Someone else did that shit.” Garrison rubbed his runny nose and then sniffed.
    “What about the other victims around town? The ones killed by The Doctor?”
    His smile widened. I should have known an answer to my question wasn’t coming next. “I hear Asians don’t shave down below. You got a bush?”
    “I do. Now, why did you move away from cutting your victims to shooting them?”
    “I told you already. Fuck! I didn’t cut anyone that day at the bank and I didn’t cut any of those other people before that either.” Garrison relaxed his posture a bit before asking, “Is it big?”
    “Is what big?”
    “Your bush,” he said like an embarrassed teen.
    “It’s bushy. Do you like that?”
    He nodded.
    “Keep talking Blade; I might keep answering.”
    Garrison closed his eyes as he smacked his lips. He appeared to have gone off into fantasyland. I wanted to slap that stupid grin off his face and then shove it down his throat. I mouthed over to Wilkinson, “He’s thinking of you.”
    From that point on, Garrison walked me through what happened that day at the bank without any interruptions. He and his girl had plans to rob the place but it went wrong. He admitted to shooting some of the hostages but someone else in the building sliced the others. He couldn’t figure out who did it. Eventually that person killed his girl. That’s when he lost it and started shooting all the hostages as payback, thinking if he killed them all, he would get his revenge.
    At first, I thought Garrison was lying, but I believed what he said about his girlfriend. I didn’t think he killed her. Maybe there was someone else. Perhaps our copycat?
    “So you have no idea who else was killing the hostages?”
    “I narrowed it down to this one business dude.”
    “What happened to him?”
    “Will you let me eat you out if I tell you?”
    My partner couldn’t take Garrison’s off-the-cuff comments any longer. “Watch it, asshole.”
    Garrison turned to him. “What? You think you’re the only one who likes Chinese?”
    Wilkinson shot from his seat and grabbed Garrison, slamming his head down onto the table. “This is your last warning.”
    I quickly pulled Wilkinson off. Garrison’s remarks were uncalled for but nothing I couldn’t ignore. I did appreciate Wilkinson’s concern, though.
    “What the fuck, dick?” Garrison shouted. “Remember, you guys wanted to talk to me .”
    I struck the table with my palm a few times. “Blade, focus! I’m asking the questions. What happened to the businessman?”
    Garrison slowly turned his head to me, his eyes the last to follow. “I fucking shot him. He was the last one I took out before I was taken down.”
    “What about the two hostages that survived? Why not suspect them?”
    “I don’t know. Didn’t seem the type. The business guy was cocky. But if I had