The rat face revealed mixed pleasure and chagrin. Prisoners were supposed to confess. But not so quickly. Rat-face felt cheated. He enjoyed torturing the helpless.
"What about your wife? Did you destroy her too?"
"Yes."
"And your children?"
"Yes."
Rat-face counted on nicotine-stained fingers. "That makes you five times a killer."
"Yes. Shoot me," Holder begged. The agony inside him was growing deeper. Visions of Teresa going away danced before his eyes. What had he actually done to her?
"What did you do with the bodies?"
"I—"
"You have admitted you killed them. You must have hid the bodies some place."