R. E. Bradshaw - Rainey Nights by R. E. Bradshaw

necking in the woods. They were sluts. I gave them a chance to ask for forgiveness and then ended their lives before they could sin again. Isn’t that what you want to hear?”
    “No, that’s what you want me to think. What I think is you specifically hunted virgins in retribution for those brothers who beat you half to death for raping their sister. Was she a virgin, Dalton?”
    Dalton shouted, “I didn’t rape that cunt. She wanted it. They all wanted it.”
    The guard in the corner took a step forward. Rainey put her hand up to stop him and kept at Dalton.
    “Okay, we won’t talk about that girl either. Calm down so the guard won’t have a reason to push the button on his little box.” She waited a second then continued, “After Janelle, you went two years without killing. Why? What made you change your methods?”
    Dalton breathed heavily, his eye steadily twitching; he was close to losing control. He didn’t answer her.
    “Was it the blood, Dalton? Did the blood from Janelle excite you? Did it scare you for two years, that you liked the blood, and then you couldn’t resist the need anymore? The rapes weren’t enough. You needed the blood for the sexual release, didn’t you?”
    Rainey didn’t care about the rapport she spent six months building with this creep. She hoped he rotted in hell. She was on a roll and couldn’t stop herself.
    “Or was it screwing her dead head that did it for you? Or maybe it was because she was the same age as your little sister. Did you fantasize about your little sister, too?”
    Dalton leaned forward. “I think about your blood on me when I masturbate, now. It’s the only way I can cum.”
    Rainey didn’t flinch. Instead, she laughed. “I assure you I’m not a virgin. Probably wouldn’t do a thing for you.”
    With a spine-chilling smile, Dalton spewed out, “I fantasize about taking your head over and over. The look on your face…what I’d do to that pretty mouth… It’s what gets me through my days.”
    Rainey knew they had reached the end of their conversation. Dalton was beyond answering questions, now. Something snapped inside Rainey, and with the knowledge that she would never have to see him again, she stood up. Her supervisor would reprimand her for jeopardizing any further communication with Dalton, but it did not stop her from telling him just what she thought. This was going to cost her a week’s suspension and a trip to the Bureau psychiatrist, but it was worth the price.
    “Dalton, before I leave there is something I’ve always wanted to say to you. I hope North Carolina gives you the needle. I know what you did to those women. I know why you did it. You are not special. You are a run of the mill sadistic psychopath and I will make sure that everything you’ve said will be evidence enough to put you to death. I especially will derive pleasure from telling the jury about your taste for dead body parts. Everyone is going to know exactly what kind of miscreant you are, Dalton Chambers.”
    Rainey gathered up the folders on the table. Dalton’s expression changed to pure hatred. He screamed after her, as she began to leave, “If they take me there, I’ll find you. I already know where your father lives. That’s a nice little place there on Jordan Lake.”
    Rainey stopped and turned around.
    Dalton continued his rant, “Yes, that’s right. I have fans and they tell me things. I know all about you Rainey Bell. I’ll get to you, one way or another.”
    Rainey gave Dalton her best smile. “The next time I see you will be at your trial, followed by your execution, at which I will most definitely be in attendance.”
    “They can’t prosecute me there. My deal covered all my Virginia murders and the ones in North Carolina, too.”
    Rainey laughed. “Ah, therein lies the rub. You just told me you killed Janelle White. You took her from just across the North Carolina line. You may have killed her in Virginia, but the kidnapping occurred in North