a teenage runaway at the age of sixteen, busted for petty theft and aggravated assault for the first time at eighteen. The last twelve years of his life painted the portrait of a troubled loser – assault, theft, breaking and entering, a few stints in prison.
Beside Mackenzie, Dagney and Chief Rodriguez looked out at Nell with something like contempt.
“I take it you’ve seen a lot of him in the past?” Mackenzie asked.
“We have,” Rodriguez said. “And somehow, the courts keep just slapping him on the wrist and that’s it. The longest sentence he served was the one he just got paroled from, and that was for a sentence of one year. If it turns out this jackass is responsible for these murders, the courts are going to be tucking their tail between their legs.”
Mackenzie handed the report to Dagney and stepped toward the door. “Well then, let’s see what he has to say,” she said.
She exited the room and stood in the hallway for a moment before heading in to interrogate Mike Nell. She took out her phone, looking to see if she had received a text from Harrison. She assumed he’d be at the airport by now, maybe having spoken to other family members to get a better idea of what was going on back home.. She genuinely felt sorry for him and even though she did not know him all that well, she wished there was something she could do for him.
Setting her emotions aside for the moment, she pocketed her phone and entered the interrogation room. Mike Nell looked up at her and didn’t bother hiding the look of contempt. But now there was something else, too. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was checking her out, his eyes lingering especially longer than necessary on her hips.
“See something you like, Mr. Nell?” she asked as she took a seat.
Clearly perplexed by the question, Nell chuckled nervously and said, “I guess.”
“I suppose you know that you’re in trouble for putting your hands on an FBI agent, even if it was just a push.”
“What about your little lug wrench stunt?” he asked.
“Would you have preferred my gun? A shot right through the calf or shoulder to slow you down?”
Nell had nothing to say to that.
“It’s clear we’re not going to be best friends anytime soon,” Mackenzie said, “so let’s skip the small talk. I’d like to know just about everywhere you’ve been over the course of the last week.”
“That’s a long list,” Nell said defiantly.
“Yes, I’m sure a man of your character gets all over the place. So let’s start with two nights ago. Where were you between six p.m. and six a.m.?”
“Two nights ago? I was out with a friend. Played some cards, had a few drinks. Nothing big.”
“Can anyone other than your friend vouch for that?”
Nell shrugged. “I don’t know. There were a few other guys playing cards with us. What the hell is all this about anyway?”
Mackenzie didn’t see the point in dragging it out any further than necessary. If she wasn’t so distracted by what was going on with Harrison, she might have grilled him further before getting straight to the point, hoping he’d trip himself up if he was indeed guilty.
“A couple was found murdered in their townhouse two nights ago. It just happens to be a townhouse located in the same complex of townhouses you were busted for attempted burglary and aggravated assault. Put the two together, plus the fact that you’ve been paroled for a little less than a month, and that puts you high on the list of people to question.”
“That’s bullshit,” Nell said.
“No, that’s logic. Something I’m assuming you’re not familiar with based on your criminal record.”
She could see that he wanted to toss a remark back out to her but he stopped himself, again chewing on his bottom lip. “I haven’t been back by that place since I got out,” he said. “What the hell sort of sense would that make?”
She eyed him skeptically for a moment and asked: “What about your friends? Are they guys you met while in prison?”
“One of them, yeah.”
“Any of your friends into burglary and assault, too?”
“No,” he spat. “One of the guys has a breaking and entering charge on him from when he was a teenager, but no…they wouldn’t kill anyone. Neither would I.”
“But breaking and entering and beating someone is A-OK?”
“I never killed anyone,” he said again. He was clearly frustrated and showing great restraint to not lash out at her. And that’s exactly what she had been looking for. If he were guilty of the murders, the chance of him growing instantly defensive and angry would be much higher. The fact that he was doing his best to stay out of trouble, even from lashing out verbally at an FBI agent, showed that he likely had no connection to the murders.
“Okay, so let’s say you’re not connected with these murders. What are you guilty of? I’m assuming you’re doing something you shouldn’t. Why else would you push me, an FBI agent, and try to run?”
“I’m not talking,” he said. “Not until I see a lawyer.”
“Ah, I forget you’re a pro at this game by now. So yeah, fine…we’ll get you your lawyer. But I assume you also know how the police work. We know you’re guilty of something. And we’re going to find out what it is. So tell me now and save everyone some trouble.”
His five straight seconds of silence indicated that he intended to do no such thing.
“I’m going to need the names and the numbers of the men you claim to have been with two nights ago. Give me those and if your alibi checks out, you’re free to go.”
“Fine,” Nell grunted.
His reaction to this was yet another sign that he was likely innocent of the murders. There was no instant relief on his face, just a sort of annoyed irritation that he had somehow once again found himself back in an interrogation room.
Mackenzie took the names of the men down and noted for Dagney or whoever was in charge of such things to scroll through Nell’s cell phone for their numbers. She left the interrogation room and headed back into observation.
“Well?” Rodriguez said.
“He’s not our guy,” Mackenzie said. “But just for protocol, here’s a list of his friends he says he was with on the night the Kurtzes were murdered.”
“You’re sure of that?”
She nodded.
“There was no real relief when I told him he could likely leave after his alibi checked out. And I tried to get a rise out of him, to trip him up. His behavior simply is not indicative of a guilty party. But like I said, we should check the accomplices just to be sure. Nell is sure as hell guilty of something. I’ve got a sore backside from falling down to prove it. Think your guys can figure out what it is?”
“You got it.”
She left the station, confident
