Buried: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #2) by H. B. Rae Read Free Book Online Page B

sitting back, with his arms over the chair.
    I knew he had it all planned out. He knew exactly what he was going to say – he'd had this day planned for years.
    "I want to talk about the serial killings, Barry," I said, "and I'm trying to create a profile of the killer, and discover his motives behind the killings."
    "Well, I can give you a little information," he said, almost grinning. "I can give you my thoughts and views about what a serial killer thinks like. Although I don't know myself, because I am not one myself..." He paused and looked at me. "I've come across a lot of maniacs in my time, being on the police force."
    "So, then," I said, fairly interested in what he had to say, "What does the killer enjoy about killing people?"
    "He likes to see people suffer," he replied plainly. "And he likes to be in control. He likes to hear the begging, and the desperation."
    "So why does he kill them?"
    "Oh, there could be many reasons. Perhaps he just gets a buzz out of killing people. It might be a sexual desire, but in some cases, they might be imagining killing someone else."
    I paused for a second. I hated this man so much.
    "So," I said, "why does he pick on people with families?"
    "It makes them more desperate to escape – they fight more because they know they have a reason to live, even the old ones."
    "And why murder a child?"
    "Because he wants to see how a child would react. Children think and act differently than adults." He laughed a little.
    Inside I felt sick. All the time, he was giving little hints to me that he was the killer, even though I already knew that.
    "So, what you're trying to say is, the killer chooses a variety of people because they like to choose a variety of ways. They would get bored if they just kill one type of person all the time?"
    "That's what I'm saying," he said. "And it looks like the killer in this case was like that."
    I decided to put more pressure on him.
    "So, how does it explain how the killer knew to wear protection from certain individuals?"
    "That's where you're off track," he laughed. "I've heard about your investigation into this," he said. "And you did not pick up on the fact that the killer wore both the gun shield and the goggles at the same time."
    "And?"
    "Well, if the killer was killing the person who carried pepper spray, why would they choose to wear the gun shield? And vice versa."
    I stopped for a second. Barry was right.
    "Perhaps the killer just likes to wear those for every person, just in case they did actually escape, so they would not be able to be identified later. You're not so clever now, are you?" he laughed and laughed.
    I felt ashamed. I got it wrong! I knew I had to move on.
    "So, you like reading?" I asked him.
    "I love it," he replied.
    "What kind of books do you read?"
    "Well, I like to read a variety of books. What about you? Don't tell me! I can guess!"
    "Go on then."
    "Well, you like to read detective stories. You're completely obsessed with them, aren't you?"
    "Where did you get that idea from?" I cried, feeling very insulted.
    "I can just imagine you now, sitting in your house on a Sunday afternoon, digging into those Agatha Christie books!"
    As a matter of fact, I did actually like to read detective stories – this man could read me as well!
    "Let's move on," I said, determined to catch him out.
    "What is there to talk about now?" asked Barry, grinning slightly.
    "Let's talk about why you bought that axe!" I cried.
    "Ha!" he yelled. "You're not going to catch me out there, Tammy!"
    "What do you mean by that?" I asked him.
    "Once again, Tammy is going in the wrong direction."
    "I'll have you know I've solved every murder I've investigated!"
    "And how many is that?" he said, "Excluding the gang killings, which are easy! Well, let's see, there was the Anne Le Trevell case, the Rupert Christen case, and recently, those serial killings from the other week. Congratulations! What a fantastic, world-class detective!" he laughed. "Do you really