Sgt. Brocard nodded at Pratt and Raso who tiled Whitman’s chair back, holding it while York and Cortez walked over with a towel that they used to cover his face then poured a pitcher of water over his face.
Whitman screamed and coughed when they removed the towel. Pratt and Raso then set his chair back up in the upright position. “What the fuck you bitch?”
“Where did you find Mary and the other two women you killed? We know you didn’t kidnap them because you’re a lazy fuck. Your manner of killing shows that, now, how did you get Mary and the other two girls?” Sgt. Brocard repeated the question, lowering her voice to sound menacing.
“Fuck you! You can’t do shit to me. I’ll sue your ass for what you’re doing to me. I’ll own you fucking whores!” Whitman screamed at the team.
Sgt. Brocard again nodded at the four women who shrugged. Repeating the process, they had already done earlier, this time, after letting him catch his breath, they poured a second pitcher over his face before setting his chair back up. Whitman came up screaming obscenities at the women, snot and tears running down his face.
“Now, I will repeat my question one last time. How did you find the three women that you killed?”
“Fuck it, Sarge, just go ahead and charge him with the kidnapping and three counts of first-degree murder. He won’t tell us how he got the girls. We’ll just have to charge him with all the others that went missing the exact same way too.” Rameriez said, staring Whitman in the eyes.
“You have no proof!” Whitman screamed at the women, glaring at them through narrowed eyes.
“WE have you on three counts of homicide, human trafficking, plus three counts of driving under the influence. You’re going away for a long time unless you talk, and you damn site better talk fast.” Sgt. Brocard calmly replied, meaning business.
“Fuck it! The website is on my desktop. Fucker fully vetted me. Each bitch cost me ten grand!” Whitman complained about the costs.
“Should have spent it legally dumbass!” Diesel commented smacking Whitman on the back of the head as she watched Raso pull up Whitman’s desktop.
Pratt pulled out her phone and dialed Tex’s number. “Tex, can you hack into Niles Whitman’s desktop?”
“Seriously? You insult me Red. It hurts when do that shit.” Tex smarted, pretending to be hurt.
“Sorry!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m in. Fuck, who ever did this website is damn good. If I try to hack it, it will alert the owner then kill the fucking site!” Tex fumed, sighing in defeat as he kept looking at the website.
“Diesel, get his username and password!” Raso yelled out.
Diesel walked up with a bat in her hand. “Username and password?”
“You can’t use that bat on me bitch.” Whitman yelled at her.
Ignoring him, Diesel swung the bat, purposely aiming the swing a millimeter from Whitman’s knee cap. “Username and password?”
“Fuck! B-L-U-E-Y-E-D-G-O-D. The password is 6969.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Diesel groaned before yelling out the information to Raso and Pratt.
Pratt relayed the information to Tex as Raso entered the information into the website. Several seconds later, Raso, Pratt and Tex all let out a string of curse words. “Son-of-a-bitch! Wait, here’s Tina, but I don’t see Tina.”
“Fuck! Tina just got sold. Tex, can you find who sold them since we can’t find the IP address of the buyer?” Raso yelled out, panicking.
“It’ll take a few. Give me a couple of seconds.” Tex growled out. “Found the owner of the site. Sent you his information. Go get his ass.”
Chapter 17
Alpha Squad rushed to the new location they were sent for Tina’s buyer. Thirty minutes later, the team kicked in the front door of the building they were sent to. Floor by floor, they cleared it until Pratt, Raso and York made it to the basement. Hearing the loud music playing, they kicked in the door to find Tina hanging from the ceiling with her hands handcuffed to a pair of chains on a beam above her head, with her feet suspended in the air.
Blood was dripping on the floor at her feet. A tall, dark haired man stood inches away with his hand frozen in mid-action with a scalpel covered in blood. Tina was whimpering now that the man wasn’t touching her or focused on her.
“Freeze! Sheriff’s department!” The three women screamed at the same time.
The main raised his hand, getting ready to cut Tina again when three shots rang out together, killing the suspect. Pratt ran to Tina, helping her down from the beam she was hanging from.
“I’ve got you sweetie! I’ve got you!” Pratt whispered to Tina.
