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desired?”
    Tyson shook his head and said, “My sister is a sociopath. She lures men in who are struggling with their sexual identity and then convinces them they are straight. When they are nice and supple after a few months, she would bring them to me and I would prove to them how wrong it is to be gay. I would drug them, rape them and then I would mark them. At first I would do it with markers, but after I learned how to tattoo in prison I did it more permanently. But it never worked for me because I fell in love there in the end. We have been on this last scheme longer than my mother wanted to be because I love Jamie and I did everything I could to slow her plans down.”
    Chris shook his head and said, “What can you tell me about where she might be and how we can bring her in safely?”
    Tyson said, “The only way you will bring her in safely is if you manage to sneak up on her and get her. Other than that, she will go out using suicide by cop and she will likely do it while laughing maniacally the entire time. She won’t make things easy. My father was an Army Ranger and taught her a lot of stuff. You better be on you’re A-Game otherwise, you’re all screwed.
    “I have something I need to show you. But you will need the medic here to help me show you,” said Tyson.
    Chris nodded and motioned at the two-way mirror and moments later two State Police officers walked into the room. They flanked Tyson and he stood with their help.
    “I need to remove my clothes. Just trust me,” said Tyson.
    Everyone looked at one another before Chris looked at the mirror and cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in questioning.
    Thirty seconds later Darren the District Attorney walked into the room and said, “I will allow this as long as we are recording it.”
    Chris turned to the officers and they slipped on latex gloves and together they worked with the medic to start removing Tyson’s clothes gently to avoid causing further injury to his shoulder. As the clothes were removed, there were gasps around the room. Tyson was covered from the tops of his chest to the bottoms of his feet in scars. At first Chris thought they were just self-mutilation scars but as he got a closer look, he realized they were names cut into his flesh and in many places he would never be able to reach. And right over the center of his chest was a small space with the name Jamie McCormick tattooed there, just waiting to be cut into.
    Chris hissed as he jerked upright and said, “Are these all victims of yours?”
    Tyson turned dead eyes on Chris and said, “No. They were all at one point tattoos as my mother would tattoo a new name on my flesh, which she started doing when I was eleven years old. When the man was dead or had been sufficiently broken down and ruined, she would then cut the tattoo into my flesh using a scalpel. She did it daily for weeks in order to make sure it stuck as a nasty scar. Yes, I have been helping her all this time, but I never had a choice, just my sister had a choice and she lived for this stuff.”
    Tyson sat back down in his chair and put his head on the table. After a moment his shoulders and head started shaking as if he were sobbing but then he stopped.
    They all waited for him to lift his head off the table but then the medic noticed he wasn’t breathing and pulled him up off the table and everyone gasped as they saw foam dribbling from his mouth. He had bitten down on a cyanide capsule lodged most likely in a fake tooth.
    Chris cursed and stepped out of the room with Darren.
    Darren said, “He gave us nothing to work with. We have no way of finding his mother still and she is gunning for Jamie hard.”
    “I know this Darren, trust me I know.” Chris sighed and rubbed his weary eyes. He tilted his head back and thought for a moment then his head snapped up. “I never hired a new bodyguard for Jamie and neither did any member of the State Police. There was one there when we got to my house and