He wasn't dumb. I could see in his eyes that he knew that if he said no, I wouldn't kill him. That I would need him alive to confess the details and close those investigations. But he'd already made his mind up to die.

"Bedroom closet. Under the carpet. Journal. Full descriptions. Burial site." He raised the gun quickly this time, maybe thinking to take one of us out before the other got him.

I'd been ready for it, and moved left and yelled "Thanks," as he shot through the air where I had been a split second before. I shot him through the head. His body fell backwards against...