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knife and souvenirs from your victims.” He chuckled as he set the opened folder down, “Boy, you really are a dumbass to store it all in one place for us to find.”
    The man sneered. “I doubt you’ll find any evidence pointing back to me. I’m just a misunderstood individual who is wrongly incarcerated.”
    “I wouldn’t care even if you had the evidence floating in a vat of bleach, we’ll still nail your ass to the wall on this.” Sterling glanced down at the opened file. “You took great pride in your treasures. You preserved them very well.” All evidence had been stored in a footlocker, nice and tidy. “You probably even folded the clothes you kept.”
    The human’s eyes narrowed in on Sterling. “I’m not afraid of death.”
    “Maybe not by lethal injection,” Sterling corrected. He leaned in and pointed to the man’s orange jumpsuit. “But I know I could get you shitting in those peels and begging for death.”
    “Fuck you!”
    Sterling winked at the man. “Save the sweet talk for your cell mate.”
    The human’s jaw grew tight and again he tested the chains. Before he could reply, Sterling added, “They never found the bodies of your victims. That’s the only thing keeping you alive. But, before I leave today, you will tell me everything.”
    Sterling stared at the man, enough so that he looked up and locked his eyes on Sterling’s. Making sure he didn’t face the camera, Sterling compelled the man. “You’ll tell me the locations of your victims’ bodies and you will answer all of our questions. Now be quiet while I catch up on your case.”
    The man’s expression paled and he sat motionless in his chair.
    All in all, the man was a serial killer, already convicted of six murders. But this folder contained new evidence. It had a picture of five more women the FBI suspected that he had murdered, and the authorities suspected there were even more. Sterling flipped through the case file which contained a much more detailed account of what the man had stored as souvenirs.
    Sterling placed the pictures of the five women across the table. “If you killed these five women, you will confess and tell the authorities where they are buried.”
    The suspect stared right at Sterling and said. “Ten more women total. I will tell them where nine are buried.”
    Sterling could not have heard that correctly. “What do you mean ‘ten women’?”
    “I killed ten more women, you only know about five. Nine are buried at construction sites in Maryland. Plopped right down in wet concrete.”
    As bad as the cement coffins sounded, Sterling was more interested in the tenth victim. Could there possibly be a survivor out there? Some poor woman barely clinging onto life? “What happened to the tenth woman?” he demanded.
    The man shook his head. “Not sure. She was the last one I killed and she disappeared when I stabbed her. Poof!” He made a gesture with his hands.
    Sterling’s eyes grew wide. He knew the camera had caught the remark, but he pressed on anyway. “What do you mean ‘she disappeared’?”
    “She was feisty. Her eyes were black and she made a growling noise just before I stabbed her with my knife in that alley. She was so pretty. She died before I could play with her body.”
    Sterling eyebrows rose in surprise as he pieced the scenario together in his mind. This asshole captured a female vamp and murdered her in cold blood. It puzzled Sterling how a female vamp could be overpowered by a weak human. Perhaps she was asleep, like Lenora Miller had been, and unable to defend herself. This man who sat in front of Sterling with an evil sneer on his face was six foot tall and roughly 240 pounds. Surely even a weak female vampire could easily defend herself against him if she were conscious and unsurprised by the attack. Even a half–breed female could take him down.
    Sterling decided he needed to see the knife. “You will tell the detectives when they return about all the killings and