You can contact me at any time, day or night, at the number if you've seen anything that could be helpful to us."
The Sojourner Truth School killer couldn't take his eyes off the towering homicide detective who spoke so very calmly and confidently. He wondered if he could possibly be a match for this one. Not to mention motherhumping Detective Alex Cross, who reminded him of his own real father -- a cop.
He thought that he could be a match for them.
"Does anybody have any questions?" Sampson asked from the stage. "Any questions at all? This is the time for it. This is the place. Speak up, young men."
The killer wanted to shout from his seat. He had an overwhelming impulse to throw his right arm high in the air and volunteer some real help. He finally sat on his hands, right on his fingers.
I unwittingly saw something in Garfield Park, sir. I might just know who killed those two kids with an eighteen-inch, tape-reinforced baseball bat.
Actually, to be truthful, I killed them, sir. I'm the child killer, you feeble a*shole! Catch me if you can.
You're bigger. You're much bigger. But I'm so much smarter than you could ever be.
I'm only thirteen years old. I'm already this good!Just wait until I get a little older. Chew on that, you dumb bastards.