“Honey, you could have at least been honest with the man, instead of faking it,” Heath tells the woman seriously, and I have to stifle a laugh.
She looks completely appalled.
Shane gruffs out, “Put your pants on. I don’t want a limp dick or a hairy ass on my seats.”
“Eeeewww, he has a hairy ass? Man, you know they have a wax for that,” Heath tells him.
I have to turn and walk away, I can’t with these two. I wait out in the hall until they have Cavanaugh in his pants and handcuffs.
“Why am I being arrested?” he asks.
“You're not. You’re being taken in for questioning,” Shane tells him.
“Questioning for what?” Cavanaugh asks.
“Murder,” Shane says, leading him down the hall, through the cafe, and off the train.
“I didn’t murder anyone,” he says adamantly.
“I’ll go get the car,” Nora says.
Chapter Twenty
SHANE
I throw Casanova wanna-be in the back of Nora’s car. She and Heath take him to the station, promising to come back and get us, which is good because I need some time to cool off.
“You okay?” Mya asks.
“Yeah, I just need a minute to get myself together. I really wanted to hurt that guy,” he admits.
“I know, but I’m glad you didn’t,” she says.
“No, I think you and Heath did a better job deflating his ego than I would have done giving him a beating,” I say honestly and laugh because I can’t help it. “Heath really has no filter. Did you see the look on that woman’s face?” I add.
“I did, and I don’t know if she was appalled at being called out for faking or because she thought he was good,” Mya responds with her own laugh.
“Hopefully, he’ll have some answers for us,” I tell her as Nora pulls up.
I open the back door for Mya, and she slides in. I get in the front seat, and Nora drives us back to the precinct.
“I have him in interrogation,” Nora says, and Heath is sitting outside the door waiting for us. “What makes you think he could be the murderer?” she asks.
“He was the conductor in that car where every one of the murders took place. He said something derogatory to each of the women that were killed before they boarded. Then he made an offhand comment that leads me to believe if he isn’t the killer, then he knows something,” I tell her.
“Interesting. So going to Maine was a good trip,” she says off-handedly.
“Getting the security footage there definitely was,” I answer.
We get back to the precinct, Mya and I both go to interrogation to question Cavanaugh, while Nora and Heath go into the room next door to listen.
“I can’t believe you two are cops,” Cavanaugh says.
Mya says nothing but sends off a text as she takes a seat.
“Why?” I ask.
“You two were all over each other in the lobby of the train station,” he comments.
“So, you like watching the couples that make out?” Mya asks, “Then when they get in your line, you like to ask them for a threesome? How often does that work?”
“Never,” he says, gulping loudly.
“I don’t think I believe you, and here’s why. You wouldn’t ask that question to every make out couple if it hadn’t already happened before. I’ll bet the first time, the female initiated it and convinced the man she was with that’s what she really wanted. So once the cafe opened, you led them both to the private car, and you all had your fun. It was so much fun, you wanted to experience it again,” Mya tells him softly.
“Yeah, so,” he says, shifting in the seat, uncomfortable.
“I’ll bet it pissed you off seeing all those women making out with an older man, but they wouldn’t give you a little taste,” I say, picking up where Mya left off.
“How did you feel watching that woman have sex in the car with everyone around?” Mya asks, seemingly genuinely intrigued for his thoughts.
“She was a whore,” he says, but his breathing says he was turned on by it.
“How did you know what they were doing? I mean, you left the car after the cafe opened, and you never returned, so how did you know they were having sex?” Mya asks.
“Uhh…ummm. I don’t have to answer that,” he yells.
