Say Goodbye

“Dinchara made me do it! Don’t you remember? He’s only happy if he can kill someone you love. Except Aaron didn’t have any family left. Dinchara was the one who took him away. So who was left for him to love?”

Gi

“You,” she breathed. “You were the logical target. And both of you understood that, didn’t you? That Dinchara would ask Aaron to kill you. Unless you found someone else.”

“It had to be a good target,” Gi

“Why didn’t you say something?” Kimberly asked tiredly. “We could’ve helped you, set up a whole operation. You just needed to tell us what was going on.”

“Like my mom begged for help? Or Tommy?” Gi

“I still hear it, sometimes late at night. My mom screaming, Tommy begging. And Dinchara, chortling away. So really, how are you go

Gi

“Aaron was the one who called me, wasn’t he?” Kimberly asked. “You gave him my cell phone number, he called me to bait the trap.”

“He gave you information,” Gi

“And the packets of driver’s licenses, left on Special Agent Martignetti’s windshield?”

Gi

“You delivered them?” Sal interrupted. “But why? Ordered by whom?”

Gi

Kimberly shared Sal’s confusion. “Dinchara wanted the IDs delivered to the GBI?”

“He wanted them delivered to Special Agent Martignetti. Showed me a picture of him and everything.”

“Why?”

“Why? Why not? Haven’t you guys been paying attention? You don’t ask Dinchara any questions. Not if you plan to live. He told me what to do. I did it. End of story.”

Kimberly frowned, not liking this bit of news.

Duff cleared his throat. “Ma’am, this Mr. Dinchara, he got a real name, a physical address? That’s the kind of information we need.”

“I don’t know.”

“Liar,” Kimberly said immediately.

“Hey, I already said-”

“Liar!” Kimberly slapped a photo on the table. They’d taken it from Gi

“He brought Aaron on one of his trips to Sandy Springs-”

“What, and graciously paid for Aaron to make whoopee?”

“And filmed us having sex. That’s what he does. Makes porn, then sells it on the Internet. You know the perv that sends out spam asking if you want to see pictures of a thirteen-year-old having sex with a goat? That’s Dinchara.”

“So he has a studio-”

“Backseat of a car-”

“Bullshit. Not for an operation that involved. He’s got a studio, in a house, where he’s taken you and you’ve been with Aaron.”

“I was blindfolded!” the girl cried. “He never let me see. You don’t know what he’s like-”

“Bullshit! We know exactly what he’s like. I got files of just his kind stacked all over my desk. Now stop stalling and tell us what we need to know.”

But Gi

It took another two hours. Gi

One a.m. Two a.m. Kimberly’s team had arrived. Rachel Childs led the work in the hotel room. Kimberly disappeared long enough to give a statement, have her hands swabbed for GSR, have her face photographed. When Harold was done with the photos, she asked him to accompany her back down to the basement dining room with the camera.

Gi

Kimberly placed the digital camera in front of Gi

“This is what Dinchara did,” Kimberly stated calmly. Click, click, click. “He twisted Aaron.” Click, click, click. “Corrupted him.” Click, click, click. “Destroyed him.

“Aaron killed himself because he thought if he stayed alive, he would harm your child. Isn’t that what Dinchara taught him? You must destroy the thing you love. And he loved you, Gi

“So what’s it going to be? Are you going to let Dinchara get away with this?”

“I hate you.”

“Going to write off one more loss? Going to try to return to a world where a man like Dinchara roams free-and knows all about your baby? What’s it go

“He’s going to kill you. Once he hears about Aaron, it’s only a matter of time.”

“What’s it go

“He’ll go after me, too, if I help you. He’ll know. He knows everything.”

“So what’s it go