Answers
Alex’s pulse pounded as he stared at the small, nondescript room. It was even more plain and more intimidating than the interrogation rooms back at their precinct.
Nick flipped through a pad of paper, seemingly at ease in the penitentiary. Two guards were on their way with Flynn—or whoever was in death row in his place. It felt like forever since they’d left for him. They had to be close.
Would Alex finally get the answers he’d been in search of for so long? Could he tell Flynn everything he had been wanting to say since the man had taken Ariana?
The door opened.
Alex sat up straight and exchanged a glance with Nick. They both wanted answers, but this was personal for Alex. This man had been toying with Alex for too long.
The two guards shoved Flynn into the room and secured him to the other side of the table. He was cuffed at his wrists and ankles, and the cuffs were connected with thick chain.
Flynn glared at Alex. The man had his thinning hair again, and his skin was as pale as it had been before. His blue eyes were also dark again. But it was definitely him.
The guards said they’d be just outside if needed, then left.
It took every bit of Alex’s self-control to stay in the chair as he stared at the man who had abducted Ariana. He clenched his fists under the table and glared at the criminal. “What’s going on?” he demanded. “Why did you want to see me?”
Flynn leaned back, a smug expression covering his face. “Whatever do you mean?”
Alex glanced at Nick, who gave him a look reminding him to stay calm. Alex gritted his teeth.
“Well?” Flynn smirked.
“Will you stop with the texts after this?” Alex demanded.
“What texts?”
Alex leaned forward. “You know what texts!”
Flynn shrugged.
Nick pressed his palms on the table. “If you don’t want to talk about that, we can always discuss the missing girl. Where is she?”
“What missing girl? I don’t hear much news in the slammer, you know. I’ve been here for, what, two years now? It’s so hard to tell. Time just isn’t the same in here.”
“Boohoo.” Alex glared at him and took a deep breath. “You wanted me here. Why?”
The jerk’s expression turned smug again. “I hear you’re blaming things on me that I haven’t done.”
“We have pictures.” Nick slid a zoomed-in picture of Flynn with Maisie and her family that had been in the background of someone else’s photo.
Flynn studied it. “Looks like Flynn is up to his old games.”
Alex gave Nick a knowing look before turning to Flynn. “So you do have a twin!”
He pointed to the picture and smirked again. “That would be Flynn.”
If Alex could get away with punching the psycho, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
“If he’s Flynn, who the hell are you?” Nick asked, keeping his expression rigid.
Flynn shrugged.
“Who are you?” Alex struggled not to yell. “If you’re not Flynn, who are you?”
“Lloyd, the better-looking brother. Everyone just assumed I was Flynn when I was arrested for my murders, so I went with it.” He yawned. “My brother isn’t happy with me taking his fake identity, but whatever.”
Alex could hardly believe he’d been right about the twin theory. “You’re Lloyd?”
“Yes. Flynn is my twin. And yes, I know that rhymes—Flynn the twin. I’ve always hated that, but it is what it is.”
“And you both kidnap and murder girls?” Alex couldn’t wrap his mind around it.
Flynn—Lloyd—glanced down at the photograph. “Apparently. I didn’t know he was in the game, too. He knew what I was doing but never said anything about his activities. The snide loser always acted like he was better than me. Turns out he’s not. Can’t say I’m surprised, actually.”
Nick flipped through his pages of notes. “So, you’re Lloyd Myer and your brother—?”
“Lloyd Vassman. Myer was Flynn’s fake identity. Changed his name after Dad kicked him out of the house. Dad was damn near ready to kill Flynn after everything that happened.”
“Everything? What happened?” Alex demanded.
Lloyd’s expression darkened. “Our sister died accidentally. After that, Mom did herself in. Dad turned to alcohol and blamed me and Flynn. My brother high-tailed it out of there. I stuck around and listened to him blaming me for everything until I graduated and escaped. Then I started recreating our sister’s death and killing the girls for not cooperating. Now I’m here—but you already knew that.”
Nick mumbled to himself, flipping through his pages and also sliding his finger around his phone’s screen. Then he looked up at Lloyd. “So, it was because of the fake last name that we never discovered you were a twin.”
“Bingo.” Lloyd gave him a Cheshire grin.
“I see it all here. Do you know what assumed name Flynn is using now? Everyone seems to think his name is Tony.”
Lloyd snorted. “The loser took Dad’s name? Wow, I don’t even know what to say about that.”
“Where does he have the girl?” Nick stared Lloyd down.
“Do I look like I know? I’ve been in here for years. We’ve never been close, even when we were both free killers.”
“Where is he?” Nick slammed his fist on the table.
“Let me check my crystal ball. Oh, wait. I don’t have one.”
“Where do you think he would take her?”
“His house?”
“Nope. The authorities already searched his apartment. His girlfriend told them where he lived.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. Flynn always needs a woman. He’s pathetic that way.”
“You had all kinds of properties.” Nick glared at Lloyd. “Is there one he might use? One that we never found when investigating your crimes?”
“How would I know?”
Nick drew in a deep breath. “Fill in the details, or I’ll call the guards back in.”
“I’m done here, anyway. Good luck finding Flynn. He’s evaded capture all this time. He always gets what he wants. You probably won’t find him now. However, there is one cabin I never used. Have fun locating it.” Lloyd hollered for the guards.
Nick told them about Lloyd’s real identity. He and Alex headed back to the car, and Nick called Anderson, filling him in on everything Lloyd had told them.