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that if that man is The Reaper that you won’t be able to keep him from bragging about how smart he is.”
    McKinley nodded. “Yeah, that’s my impression too.”
    “Consequently, if he’s not The Reaper it won’t be hard to prove, so go at him and let’s see what we’ve got here.”
    “Yes ma’am, Captain.” 
    ***
    A minute later, McKinley sat across from the suspect and asked a question.
    “What’s your name?”
    The man smiled.
    “You’ll never know. No one will.”
    “You must have one, but in the meantime, just give me something to call you.”
    “I always thought that, Reaper, had a nice ring to it.”
    McKinley exhaled slowly before speaking again.
    “Are you telling me that you’re The Reaper ?”
    The man sighed as if he were bored.
    “I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already suspect, so I guess my little game is over.”
    “Little game? The Reaper has murdered eleven innocent women, you call that a game?”
    “Killing those girls was just a bonus. The real fun came when I played with you cops by leaving my love notes.”
    “You say that you’re The Reaper , if that’s true, then tell me what the notes said.”
    The man shrugged.
    “What’s the point? Anyone who reads the paper or watches the news knows that I left notes.”
    “Yeah, but only those of us involved in the investigation know what those notes said, us, and The Reaper .”
    “I hate to repeat myself.”
    Connelly waved a hand at the one-way mirror.
    “The guy’s an obvious fake; that’s why he won’t say what’s in the notes, McKinley is wasting our time.”
    Seymour, Dr. White’s husband, spoke.
    “He’s a man who likes to taunt, and this is just more taunting.”
    “I thought your wife was the profiler?”
    The doctor’s husband stared at Connelly with such intensity that the young detective looked away.
    Inside the interrogation room, McKinley continued.
    “If you won’t tell me what was in the notes, then at least tell me where the notes were found.”
    “All right, that’s easy, they were found in the girls’ mouths.”
    McKinley straightened in his seat. That information was correct and it had not been reported anywhere.
    Jessica pointed at the glass.
    “That man is The Reaper .”
    “Bullshit!” Connelly said, and much louder than he’d intended to.
    Jessica spoke to him.
    “You, disagree? Well then, please explain how he could have known about the location of the notes.”
    Connelly laughed.
    “Are you serious, lady? Every cop show in the last ten years has had a victim with something found in their mouth. It’s TV Cop Drama 101 and he’s just guessing. If he really knew something he would have told us what the notes said.”
    Jessica shook her head.
    “I read the notes. They were just the ramblings of a disturbed mind, pure gibberish,”
    “Gibberish? The Reaper has killed and gotten away with it for nearly a year; I’d say that makes him pretty smart.”
    “Maybe, but we have him now.”
    In the interrogation room, McKinley stood and began to pace.
    “That was a lucky guess about the mouths, but I need more proof than that before I believe you. The Reaper wrote eleven notes; just tell me what was in one of them.”
    The man looked up at McKinley and grinned.
    “All the notes had one thing in common written at the top of them, the same rhyme over and over. Is that proof enough for you?”
    “How could he know that?” Washburn said.
    “Because as I said before, that man is The Reaper ; Detective McKinley has caught him.”
    Most of the others in the room nodded in agreement with Jessica. What the suspect said was true; each one of The Reaper’s notes contained the same taunting rhyme that denigrated the police.
    Connelly let out a sigh of frustration, and Washburn guessed at what caused it. Connelly knew that McKinley was now a shoo-in for Sergeant. When that day came, Washburn planned to ask McKinley to assign him a new partner.
    Inside the room, the suspect recited the