This isn\u2019t his first rodeo. The detective has interrogated plenty of sickos, but generally they aren\u2019t women. And they never look like this one\u2014bald, barefoot, a hospital gown on top, sweats on the bottom. He sits and nods to the detectives and officers ogling behind the glass. There are four of them, and they know he\u2019s the best at prying loose confessions. When it\u2019s over, they\u2019ll slap him on the back and call him \u201cboss.\u201d<\/p>\n
He\u2019s in a hurry this morning but can\u2019t let on. Looking at the woman, he mutters into his lapel mic, \u201cChrist, somebody get a shirt for this lady before something gets exposed.\u201d The way she clutches the gown, fists locked at the neckline, reminds him of his wife. Different hair, though. He glances up at the camera in the corner and sees it recording.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Detective Marc Saxton,\u201d he says, trying to make eye contact, but she keeps her gaze on the table. He pats a folder in front of him but doesn\u2019t look at it. \u201cSays here you are Pamela Nelson, age 42. This is October 27, 2022, and it\u2019s\u2014”he looks at his smartwatch\u2014”3:31 p.m. For the record, can you state your name and date of birth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her brows furrow. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you people? Why would you take my wig? You think I\u2019m gonna braid it into a Rapunzel rope and hang myself?\u201d She keeps staring at the table.<\/p>\n
He hates when they answer a question with a question. It reminds him of his wife. A simple question like, \u201cDo you want to pick up the groceries?\u201d And his wife says something like, \u201cDo YOU want me to pick up the groceries?\u201d Why can\u2019t she just say yes or no? To Pamela he says, \u201cYeah, sorry about the wig, Pamela\u2014it\u2019s the rules. We even had to take the artificial leg off a guy last week. He was piping mad. But I totally understand why you would be upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her tone softens. \u201cThat last cop didn\u2019t care a bit.\u201d She sniffles. \u201cHe demanded I remove my hair before he took my picture. And he didn\u2019t give it back. He just put these cuffs on and left. Can you take them off?\u201d<\/p>\n
She lets go of the gown and places her cuffed wrists on the table.<\/p>\n
Pamela has been here before, although she doubts this detective knows it.<\/p>\n
The other time, they just let her go\u2014without paperwork\u2014because back then only one fellow student claimed Pamela pushed the Barbie look-alike with the snooty attitude into an oncoming car. The snitch was a Goth girl, smelled like dirt, and no one believed her. She was an attention seeker, with her purple-and-black hair.<\/p>\n
The Barbie girl had died\u2014but Pamela hadn\u2019t planned that. It was fortuitous. In the video, it really did look like an accident. She totally got why bullied kids went bonkers, although she\u2019d been more ignored than bullied in high school.<\/p>\n
The detective sees there\u2019s still blood on the woman\u2019s face. He doubts she knows. Little splatters, like flickers from a paint roller. \u201cSorry about Officer Newman\u2014he\u2019s a newbie. Insecure, if you know what I mean, follows protocol to the\u2026\u201d The detective hesitates; the last word dropped like an egg. Gone. He needs to stay focused. \u201cOfficer Newman follows protocol,\u201d he says, recovering. \u201cLean toward me and I\u2019ll cut them off.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective cuts the zip ties with the snippers tucked in his pocket, the ones Newman handed to him on the way in. It\u2019s a set-up, of course. \u201cOfficer\u201d Newman isn\u2019t actually a newbie\u2014he\u2019s Sergeant Newman. To make a criminal believe you give a fuck, you side with them on the small stuff. Take away something so you can give it back. It\u2019s a tactic in the detective\u2019s favorite book, The Art of War\u2014a ploy to break the enemy\u2019s resistance.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d she mutters, shaking her hands free. The cuffs were too tight; he can see it as she rubs her wrists, then grabs the gown\u2019s neckline again. \u201cIt\u2019s not like I\u2019m gonna leap over the table and strangle you, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective nods.<\/p>\n
Pamela abruptly stands and lunges forward, bellowing some god-awful, cat-in-heat shriek. She folds in half, upper body on the table, head lifted like a viper, hands reaching for him.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s standing now, legs apart in a ready stance, gun steady in his extended arms\u2014left hand bracing his killer right. He doesn\u2019t recall standing or unsnapping the gun case on his hip; it\u2019s automatic behavior after a dozen years on the force. He\u2019s ready to blow her away before he remembers she\u2019s cuffed at the ankles. He\u2019s pissed now\u2014she spooked him, made him look like a dolt.<\/p>\n
Pamela laughs. \u201cLook at you, Mr. Macho Man Cop.\u201d She keeps laughing, a mocking, chittering squirrel.<\/p>\n
Before he holsters his weapon, she sits back down, and he rights the chair that tumbled in the turmoil. He knows Newman and the others behind the glass are pissing their pants laughing. He knows that video clip of him leaping backward and pulling his gun on the crazy bald lady will be making the rounds in the squad for months\u2014probably with a zoom-in on his face (in profile\u2014he hates his chin in profile). He wants to nail this bitch.<\/p>\n
The detective sits, lips tight, eyes narrowed. He\u2019s ready to get things back on track. \u201cPamela, for the record, can you state your name, please?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, it\u2019s Pamela Nelson.\u201d Then she adds, \u201cThank you.\u201d She knows she has messed up already. It\u2019s in How to Win Friends and Influence People, a book she listens to every night on Audible since it hit the free-listening section last month. The author, Dale Carnegie, says to always begin in a friendly way, with please and thank you. Dale also says to dramatize your ideas, use showmanship to get your point across. She\u2019s not sure about her point exactly, but the drama has been accomplished.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd for the record,\u201d says Saxton, \u201care you speaking to me voluntarily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, of course. It\u2019s not like you\u2019re holding a gun to my head.\u201d Pamela is screwing up again. \u201cThank you.\u201d It comes out sarcastic. She needs to give him a compliment but can\u2019t think of one.<\/p>\n
Pamela\u2019s sarcasm also reminds the detective of his wife. He\u2019ll ask her something like, \u201cAre you cooking tonight?\u201d And his wife will respond, \u201cHas hell frozen over?\u201d To Pamela, he just says, \u201cLet\u2019s talk about why you are here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pamela thinks he\u2019s emotionally stunted but, at least, doesn\u2019t rattle easily. She could say, \u201cYou are so calm and smart.\u201d But she thinks he\u2019s a little dense, doesn\u2019t get her humor or sarcasm. He\u2019s like the fourth graders she used to teach, before those tattletales got her fired. She made those kids eat the spitballs, and guess what\u2014no more spitballs after that. Little shits.<\/p>\n
The detective seems nice enough; he did cut off the cuffs. Or maybe he\u2019s playing the good-cop game. She remembers Dale\u2019s fifth principle is to smile. And she does.<\/p>\n
Then she remembers the Fifth Commandment\u2014thou shalt not kill. Finally, she says, \u201cDid she die? Is that the reason I\u2019m here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Saxton knows right off that Pamela is a loony-tune nutcase. He can tell by her darting eyes. But her competency is not his concern; the attorneys and shrinks can battle that one out. He continues, \u201cCan you tell me what happened?\u201d Then he opens his evidence folder and looks carefully at some photographs.<\/p>\n
They\u2019re photos of a smashed jewelry-store window\u2014the crime-scene shots from Pamela\u2019s case aren\u2019t ready yet, because lazy-ass Alice was on her break, and she never\u2014never\u2014misses or shortens her precious breaks. Not since she went after Chief Larson for gender favoritism. The detective can\u2019t believe he once found Alice attractive.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think I should wait for my attorney?\u201d Pamela is trying to show respect for the other person\u2019s opinions.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have the right to remain silent. Officer Newman read your Miranda rights, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nods and thinks it\u2019s time to display sympathy. Dale says three-fourths of the people you meet hunger for sympathy. The detective interrupts her thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t say anything you don\u2019t want to, Pamela.\u201d He shuffles through the photos she can\u2019t see. \u201cI was just looking at these crime scene photos, and it looks like things got intense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are so perceptive,\u201d Pamela says, but it comes out more sarcastic than complimentary. \u201cI know I may have made some unwise choices, but that woman was freaking nuts, and I\u2019m not going to take the blame for this one. It\u2019s possible I may have provoked her a bit\u201d\u2014she\u2019s talking about her own mistakes before criticizing others\u2014 \u201cbut she came at me over and over. I thought she would stop, but it just kept getting worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pamela tries to coax tears into her eyes, but all that Haldol dries her eyes and mouth. She manages to sniffle.<\/p>\n
First, she asks about a lawyer, and then she offers a confession. Dumb as a box of rocks. They never know when to stop talking. Like his wife when she says, I\u2019m not saying one more thing about it. His wife just has to get in one more word, the last word. Shut the fuck up, he mouths to his absent wife, angling his face away from the camera.<\/p>\n
Pamela doesn\u2019t seem to notice.<\/p>\n
Why didn\u2019t Linda just shut her hole last night? No, she just had to threaten him.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m leaving. I\u2019m getting an order of protection. And you will never see Billy again.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t hit her that hard\u2014in the head, not the face. If she has bruises, they won\u2019t show. It\u2019ll be her word against his. He needs to smooth things over, there wasn\u2019t time this morning.<\/p>\n
Pamela is just like his wife.<\/p>\n
Aching to blab. He prompts her, \u201cSo this other woman kept coming, and you felt you had to kill her to stop her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t said I killed her. Is she dead? I defended myself against her attacks. If she died, it\u2019s a result of her own actions. You cops are always trying to put words into people\u2019s mouths, which is why you have such a bad rep\u2014why people won\u2019t talk to you without attorneys.\u201d She has messed up again.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s trying to get her to confess, but she\u2019s no idiot. They\u2019ll let her go like the last time, when she outsmarted them. Women can\u2019t let other women bully them\u2014not nasty-ass kids or their uptight parents, or the customers who come in to buy cigarettes. Not scummy roommates. She thinks about Dale\u2014Make them think it was their idea. \u201cYou are right, she did keep coming at me, and I had to stop her, or she would have killed me. It was self-defense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight,\u201d he says, \u201cbut you said you might have provoked her a bit?\u201d He thinks provocation should be a legitimate defense. You can\u2019t let people run over you\u2014not the women at work and not your wife, who should be on your side. And she\u2019s turning Billy against him, turning him into a mama\u2019s boy. People who provoke deserve what they get; they\u2019re asking for it. Here before him is a provocateur.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you are right,\u201d she says. \u201cI\u2019d had enough. I provoked her after she provoked me\u2014with dirty dishes everywhere. And filthy bugs.\u201d Pamela couldn\u2019t bring herself to say cockroaches, but they were everywhere. She turned the glasses upside down so she wouldn\u2019t get them in her morning coffee.<\/p>\n
This lady disgusts him.<\/p>\n
Even if her gown opened and her tits popped out, she would still disgust him. He imagines her tits lopsided, covered in the stretch marks his wife got after Billy was born. He notices Pamela has spittle in the corners of her mouth\u2014tiny white bubbles\u2014and that she\u2019s always licking her lips. He wants to vomit. For sure she\u2019s a sexual deviant. He can imagine her with a whip. Now he wants to see her lopsided tits.<\/p>\n
The detective is tired of playing dumb. He\u2019s going with Sun\u2019s principle of becoming strategically superior. He outsmarts people all the time, and he knows\u2014although he never says it\u2014that he\u2019s a genius. His mother told him this as a child. She also told him not to be a braggart.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Pamela, I\u2019m so sorry. I bet that made you really angry. Is that what happened with the victim? Did she leave dirty dishes everywhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Pamela doesn\u2019t like how this feels. He\u2019s leading her into a dark corner. \u201cLook, I appreciate everything you\u2019re trying to do for me, but maybe I should talk with an attorney?\u201d This time, she means it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he says. \u201cI\u2019ll have Newman bring you back to lockup.\u201d He stands.<\/p>\n
Pamela can\u2019t go to lock up again. She can see the devil in there, clinging to those people like barnacles. She has to keep talking. Dale said to avoid arguments. She rubs her smooth, bald head. \u201cI was only 21 when I first noticed a small bald spot on my head, right here. I just parted my hair on the other side and tried to ignore it. But about a month later, I noticed another spot and had to go with a middle part. By 25, I was totally bald. It\u2019s called alopecia.\u201d Pamela wants to cry for real this time.<\/p>\n
He needs to re-read the Miranda rights again because she said \u201clawyer.\u201d When he finishes and asks if she understands, she nods. He asks her to say yes or no aloud. He thinks her demeanor has changed. Her face is scrunching, but he\u2019s not sure if she\u2019s going to blow a gasket or cry. He wants to say what his mother always said to him: if you want sympathy, you can find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.<\/p>\n
She says, \u201cYes, I understand I have the right to remain silent. Anything I say can be held against me. I have the right to an attorney.\u201d She wants to ask if he watches CSI.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, impressive. Maybe when this misunderstanding is resolved, you can join the force.\u201d<\/p>\n
She doesn\u2019t get his tone.<\/p>\n
He thinks he could call her a dumb, horny slut and she would just keep on prattling. He wonders if Alo-whatever affects her pussy and wants to ask if she\u2019s bald everywhere.<\/p>\n
\u201cI got plenty of attention from men in my wigs, but it never\u2014you know\u2014progressed. They wanted it to, but what if my wig came off when we were, you know, doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He recognizes that she\u2019s trying to steer the interrogation toward sex, trying to distract him. He keeps his gaze on her face, but one of her hands is below the table. He tries not to think about it. She\u2019s clever, using sex to get at him. Is she evading the enemy? he wonders. What does Sun Tzu say about the response to an invading enemy? Do not swallow bait offered by the enemy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHands on the table, please,\u201d he says. He needs to let her know who\u2019s in charge and waits for her to obey.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, you\u2019re getting a bit thin on top yourself,\u201d she laughs. But he doesn\u2019t. Then she remembers not to criticize, condemn, or complain\u2014or, apparently, make a joke. He has no sense of humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYep, that\u2019s what the wife says.\u201d He feels like one of those TV cops with good comebacks. He just started using the Rogaine his wife purchased for him at Christmas. Such a thoughtful stocking stuffer. He wants to redirect the conversation.<\/p>\n
Pamela laughs coyly at his musing.<\/p>\n
That fake little laugh reminds him of his wife and her passive-aggressive bullshit. Now don\u2019t take this the wrong way, but your belly is blooming. What does she think\u2014that he wants to come home after a long day of homicide investigation and listen to her prattle on about Billy this and Billy that, then fix whatever the hell they broke, eat some plant-based meal, and watch a home-improvement show to get him motivated for a weekend of remodeling and working out at some expensive, trendy gym with her? He loves his kid. It\u2019s all for Billy. If only his wife hadn\u2019t turned out to be such a total bitch. He should never have taken her back after she whored around. But she was so sorry. I\u2019m so sorry, I was lonely. It\u2019s you I love. Think about Billy. He needs to focus.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, I was fine with my life\u2014my disability check and my two basset hounds.\u201d Bernie and Burns were getting old, thirteen or so. They were all Pamela got in the custody battle, dogs in place of a baby. She had cried real tears then, but the baby had been too much, and sometimes she left him alone\u2014even though Joe had written the note and posted it on the door and said over and over, Don\u2019t leave the house without the baby.<\/p>\n
\u201cDisability check?\u201d says the detective, because he wants her to keep talking\u2014but then she clams up. In the silence, he\u2019s wondering if his wife has slipped out of the cuffs. He hadn\u2019t made them very tight; he didn\u2019t want to hurt her. What if she\u2019s filing a police report right this minute? Downstairs, blabbing to the victims\u2019 advocacy people. He could say the cuffs were consensual sex games.<\/p>\n
He was going to smooth things over right after he dropped Billy off at school. Then he got the call to come in and interrogate the suspect\u2014or else Newman would do it. Newman wasn\u2019t all that good at interrogation.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, is she dead?\u201d asks Pamela.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d He needs to focus.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I boring you?\u201d There\u2019s something wrong with this guy, Pamela thinks.<\/p>\n
Again, with the sarcasm. He wants to slap her face. He wants to push her to the floor and strangle this bitch, see her eyes go round as plates and feel her struggle under him until she passes out like a limp fish. \u201cOf course, you are not boring me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was mostly fine with my life, but then I let her move in. Life is all about choices. If life gives you lemons, you can make lemonade.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hates how long this chit-chatting is taking. \u201cI heard that one before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd stop and smell the roses, right?\u201d She smiles; she\u2019s getting good at Dale\u2019s Principle Five.<\/p>\n
\u201cHeard that one too.\u201d He needs to strike quickly, says Sun. \u201cWhat happened with the woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean my attacker?\u201d Pamela\u2019s hand is tired. She lets go of the gown\u2019s neckline, and it billows forward. Before she switches hands, she sees his eyes dip downward.<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean the dead woman.\u201d She could tie the gown tighter if she wanted to; she lets it go on purpose. If he stood behind her, he could see her tits.<\/p>\n
Pamela can see he\u2019s still looking at her covered breasts. She wants to grab the neckline and hold it tight to her body, but she thinks: arouse in the other person an eager want. He disgusts her with his puffy face and tiny teeth. He\u2019s probably a sexual predator. She wants a lawyer\u2014but she wants to hear what he\u2019ll say next. He isn\u2019t saying anything.<\/p>\n
He is waiting to see what she will say next. He thinks about Sun\u2014avoid what is strong; strike at what is weak. He knows what is weak.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s so hot in here,\u201d she says, pulling at the gown\u2019s neckline until the ties loosen a little. She smooths the fabric with her hands, rubbing over her breasts. \u201cYou are so right. I had to defend myself against a madwoman. I did what I had to do to survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiles.<\/p>\n
She hopes Principle Five isn\u2019t poorly timed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is hot in here,\u201d he agrees. If the enemy believes you are no longer a threat, they will underestimate you, he thinks. The metal chair scrapes against the linoleum as he stands. The stark fluorescent bulbs glow and hum; the clanking fan pushes the hot air around and around. He walks to the thermostat behind Pamela, adjusts it, then moves slowly, deliberately, until he is standing behind her chair.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He gives a nod to the cops behind the glass. He guesses Newman the newbie is drinking his third cup of coffee by now. They are about to learn from a pro. Just watch me, he thinks.<\/p>\n
Pamela begins to flap the neckline. \u201cSo hot, so hot.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective is eyes-down, standing behind Pamela, catching glimpses of her tits as she flaps the neckline forward and back, teasing him.<\/p>\n
He leans down.<\/p>\n
The gun taps the metal chair.<\/p>\n
His lips brush her ear. \u201cSo hot,\u201d he whispers.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat woman came after me. She wouldn\u2019t stop. It was self-defense. You believe me, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
All war is based on deception, he thinks. \u201cOf course I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She moves her head back, giving him a better view.<\/p>\n
The gown is flapping, flapping, flapping.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat hag thought she had me cornered. She came at me.\u201d Pamela knew this wasn\u2019t the truth\u2014she had butchered the poor woman in her sleep.<\/p>\n
The flapping is slower now, the glimpses bigger.<\/p>\n
He thinks, hold out bait and wait. \u201cShe came at you. What could you do? It was self-defense. But if I\u2019m going to help you, you must tell me\u2014what did you really do, Pamela?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI cut out her tongue.\u201d Pamela is pretty sure one of the principles is to use honesty. He would already know this from the crime-scene photos; she\u2019s giving him a win. She didn\u2019t tell him the devil was latched onto the woman\u2019s tongue like a barnacle\u2014it had to come out. \u201cThe mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom, but a perverse tongue will be cut out.\u201d She tilts her head to look up at the detective, who is looking down at her tits. \u201cHeard that one?\u201d<\/p>\n
She is looking into his eyes for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cNope. Where\u2019s it from\u2014the Bible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOld Testament. Solomon\u2019s Proverbs. My mother used to say that when she washed my mouth with soap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad people should pay, Pamela. So, you cut out her tongue? Then what?\u201d He wished he could cut out his wife\u2019s tongue sometimes. This thought surprises him. What a sick thought. These sick people infect him. Then he thinks his wife might still be cuffed to the bed, might still have the tape on her mouth. She\u2019s going to be so mad. She needs water. She needs to pee. Maybe she wet the bed. Christ. He needs to get home. Needs to fix things\u2014for the family, for Billy\u2014if it\u2019s not too late.<\/p>\n
Pamela is done with Dale. She\u2019s said too much. It\u2019s too late to ask for a lawyer, but she can go with the mentally ill angle. \u201cI watched the evil blue mist seep out of her eyes and float through the crack at the bottom of our kitchen window. It blended perfectly into the sky\u2014back into the world to land on someone else.\u201d She sees barnacles popping up on the detective\u2019s skin like boils. \u201cMaybe the mist landed on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Saxton has her confession. He leans in, grins. He\u2019s posing, imagining the cheers and high fives behind the glass.<\/p>\n
Pamela unties the gown strings.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
He wants to see if her tits are lopsided or scarred with stretch marks gone silver.<\/p>\n
He feels the cold tip of the barrel of his own gun pressed under his chin. He looks at her face and catches a glimpse of her smile before the flash of heat burns a hole in his head.<\/p>\n
He doesn\u2019t fall at first, as if the bullet\u2014traveling up through the underside of his face, through the top of his head and into the ceiling\u2014is suspending him, as if connected by a taut thread.<\/p>\n
It snaps.<\/p>\n
He crashes beside Pamela.<\/p>\n
The barnacles dissolve and run like rivers into the pooling blood. Pamela puts the gun on the table. There will be paperwork this time. Through the looking glass, to Newman and the others she can\u2019t see, she says, \u201cCan I get my wig back now?\u201d<\/p>\n
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