For You (The 'Burg #1)(111)

“No,” Ryan mumbled to his lap.

Warren slapped his palm on the table and shouted, “Don’t lie to me! You get your rocks off?”

Ryan bolted upright in his chair and yelled, “No!” Then his fists came down on the table. “Okay, at first, yeah, though I didn’t jack off or anything. But then, even without sound, you could tell she was nice! You could see by the way she treated her cat and worked the bar. She smiled and it was real. People gravitate toward her. She’s hot, sure, but after awhile it was like spyin’ on my big sister and it gave me the creeps.” Ryan’s gaze went back to the mirror and he said, “She’s nice and you seem cool too. You made her laugh, she doesn’t do that much. Glad you worked things out.”

Five seconds before, Colt was using everything he had not to walk into that room and tear the little f**k’s throat out. Just then, he started chuckling.

“Welp, you can sit easy, Colt, Ryan here’s glad you worked things out with Feb,” Chris muttered, laughter in his tone.

Before Colt could say anything, Nowakowski asked Ryan, “You see Mr. Lowe enter Ms. Owens’s apartment?”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah, sure, he’d go in there. Said he was checkin’ on things. Told me to shut down the cameras when he was in there.”

Of course he would, Colt thought. Denny didn’t mind Ryan watching Feb dress but he didn’t want the little f**k to watch him jack off on her bed.

“You shut them down like he asked?” Nowakowski questioned.

“Yeah,” Ryan answered.

Nowakowski tapped the pad with his finger. “Those files, Ryan, video files, those are big. Lieutenant Colton, he spend a long time in that bar?”

“Sometimes, sure,” Ryan said, calming down at the change of topic but still on the alert.

“That’s a lotta footage,” Nowakowski remarked. “Those files would be large. You zip them or something?”

That’s when Colt knew Nowakowski wasn’t just good, he was sheer talent. There was something deeper; Nowakowski saw it and Colt didn’t. Colt knew this because Ryan, already agitated, now was panicked clear as day.

“Sure,” Ryan said, now for some reason lying through his teeth, trying to appear calm and failing. “Zipped ‘em.”

“Didn’t burn DVDs? Hand ‘em off to Mr. Lowe?” Nowakowski asked.

Ryan shook his head. “Saw Mr. Whoever during the deal, coupla times after then when we put in the cameras. Just email from then.”

“So who’d you give the DVDs to?” Nowakowski asked and Ryan looked to the floor, the table, his hands, eye contact evaporated. “Ryan?” Nowakowski called.

“No DVDs, just emailed files.”

“Take a lotta time to send those big files, even zipped. Most computers would time out.”

“Got a high speed connection,” Ryan said to his hands.

“Sure, you do. What about him? He confirm receipt of these big files?” Nowakowski asked.

Ryan shook his head. “No.”

“So he wants this footage and he’s cool with it bein’ timed out? Seems weird, seein’ as he’d get perturbed, you not sendin’ enough of Ms. Owens,” Nowakowski remarked.

“Maybe he has high speed too. He didn’t complain about file crash.”

Nowakowski turned the conversation. “You hear from him the last week or so?”

“Coupla times, yeah, after the big guy and the girl started to, you know, work things out, I guess. He was real interested in that and the street footage. Emailed, wanted me to make certain I rescanned the tapes, make sure I didn’t miss anything. Her and him entering, leaving his house, when she’d chat with him at the bar, shit like that.”

“So he’s been in contact how many times in the last week?” Nowakowski pressed.

“Don’t know, four, five, didn’t hear from him a lot but started to hear from him more when the footage changed.”

“You keep those emails?”

Ryan’s head came up and a bit of belligerent swept into his face. “Yeah, they’re on my machine that you seized.”

Nowakowski, completely unperturbed, nodded. “Good. Now, who’d you hand the DVDs to?”

Belligerence gone, Ryan instantly was back to eye avoidance. “No DVDs.”

“Who’re you protectin’, Ryan?” Warren, back at the wall, entered the interrogation.

“There aren’t any DVDs,” Ryan lied.

“All right,” Nowakowski sat back, rested his elbows in his stomach and steepled his fingers, “Ryan, I want you to look at me.” Nowakowski waited patiently as Ryan plucked up the courage to lift his gaze and this took awhile. He delivered the blow when he had Ryan’s full attention. “Mr. Dennis Lowe is wanted for the murders of four people. He hacked them up with a hatchet, the first victim, his wife, was almost unidentifiable, left a finger intact, the wedding ring he put on it telling us who she was. The other three he started at the groin and hacked up to the heart, near to splitting them in two. You gotta know about one of them since you had to see February Owens call the discovery of the body into the police and you watched Lieutenant Colton question her in the bar. Now, you can sit there, Ryan, and protect whoever you’re protecting and become an accessory to multiple murders or you can tell us who you handed those DVDs.”