"And you've made them before?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Where did you get the materials?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"How did you plant them in the places you planted them?"
"I'm not going to tell you," he said with finality.
"What supplies did you use?" Kerry pressured him.
"I don't use supplies. I made the bombs with household items."
"What household items?"
His gaze snapped to Kerry. "I'm done talking to you. I'm not saying another word."
"Why not tell the truth?" May asked.
William sneered. "The truth? I don't know what that is."
"Okay, I'm done talking to you," Kerry said. "But I will tell you this, you are going to go to prison for a long time. You will receive consecutive sentences for every murder you committed. You're going to be in prison for the rest of your life. No chance of parole, even with good behavior."
William said nothing. He simply shrugged.
"Goodbye, William," she said, sounding vengeful. "But don't think you've seen the last of me yet. I'll be back."
"And so will I," May said, feeling ever so slightly put out that Kerry hadn't said 'we'. But this was not a time for sibling competition. This was a serious situation. Something about it didn't feel right.
They stepped outside the interview room, where Owen and Adams were both hovering expectantly.
"Well, did you get what you needed?" Adams asked, as if this was surely a given.
Kerry scowled. "Not the way I wanted it. This guy is confessing. He's freely admitting to the murders."
"Great stuff!" Adams held up his hand, ready for a high five. But Kerry didn't reciprocate.
After a pause, Adams lowered his hand thoughtfully as she continued.
"We're getting no details from him. He's not explaining specifics. And in this situation, he should be. He should be proud of what he's done if he's confessing."
May nodded. That was exactly how she felt about it, too.
"There might be reasons. He could be protecting someone else," Adams suggested.
"Yes, that's the strongest likelihood. That someone helped him and he wants them to stay out of jail. Maybe he has an idea of controlling things from inside, keeping the crime and the killings going."
"Could be."
"But it could also be that he's a little sociopath who genuinely doesn't care, probably has killed or committed a serious crime before, and thinks he's invincible and that he can confess to anything just to waste police time, because he hates the police."
"That's what I'm leaning toward," May admitted. She didn't know why. Didn't know if there was a reason. But it was what she sensed about him.
"Or, he could be guilty and just have little memory of actually preparing the crimes. Which as you know, Adams, can happen." Kerry glanced at him and he nodded.
"Yes, I remember that case," he said.