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“Did the information turn out to be correct?”

Again Millen nods. “Every word of it.”

“By the way,” Tucker asks, “have there been any more murders of this exact type since the defendant’s arrest?”

“No.”

Tucker takes the next three hours getting Millen to recount every communication he had with Daniel, emphasizing the many facts that Daniel knew about the murders that turned out to be true. By the time he turns Millen over to me, the words “the defendant” and “the killer” seem to be interchangeable.

“Captain Millen,” I begin, “during all these conversations with Mr. Cummings, when he was giving you all this information, did you believe he was communicating with the killer?”

“I wasn’t sure,” he says. “I had my doubts.”

“When you say you had your doubts, do you mean you thought he might have been lying?”

“It certainly crossed my mind.”

“And if you thought he might be lying, but he had all this accurate information, then you must have thought he might have been the killer?”

“That’s correct.”

“Maybe you can help me, Captain. The prosecution turned over copies of their evidence in discovery, but they seem to have left out the surveillance report. Do you have a copy?”

He looks puzzled. “What surveillance is that?”

“The surveillance on Mr. Cummings.”

“To my knowledge, he was not placed under surveillance.”

“I see. So you believed Mr. Cummings was very possibly lying, which means you believed he was very possibly the killer, but you did not have him watched? You had no fear he would murder again?”

Millen is in a box. My guess is, he did not suspect Daniel until the cell phone story proved a lie, and therefore had no reason to have him followed. Claiming now that he doubted Daniel’s story all along makes him look partly responsible for Linda Padilla’s death.

“He was not followed,” Millen says, tight-lipped.

“Why not?” I ask. “You didn’t consider him a potential danger to the public?”

“It’s very easy to look back and judge decisions; hindsight is twenty-twenty. But we were in the middle of an intense investigation . . .”

“So you thought he might be the murderer, but you didn’t have him followed because the investigation was too intense? You operate more efficiently in mellow investigations?”

He doesn’t have a good answer for this, so I ask basically the same question another half dozen times until Tucker objects and Calvin orders me to move on.

“In your dealings with Mr. Cummings, did he seem like an intelligent man?”

“I suppose so,” he says grudgingly.

“Were you familiar with his work as a crime reporter?”

“Somewhat.”

“When you searched his car and apartment, were you surprised that the evidence was right there for you to find it?”

“Nothing surprises me anymore. If the world operated solely by logic, these people wouldn’t have been killed in the first place.”

“So you admit it would be illogical for Mr. Cummings, or any guilty person, to keep the evidence in his apartment like that?”

“Serial killers are not logical people.”

“Are they self-destructive?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do they want to be caught?”

“Often they do.”

“Captain, do you believe my client hit himself in the head in Eastside Park that night?”

“I do.”

“With what?”

Millen reacts, though he certainly had to know this was coming. The police never found anything that could be shown to have hit Daniel’s head.

“I don’t know. He must have gotten rid of it.”

“Where?”

“I can’t be sure,” he says. “We couldn’t test every piece of wood in the entire park.”

“But you tested everything within five hundred yards of the pavilion?”

“We tried to.”

“You tried to?” I say with mocking disbelief. “Any chance you succeeded?”

He stares a dagger at me, but his voice is controlled. “I believe we did.”

“No DNA evidence tying anything to Mr. Cummings?”

“No.”

“So you believe that Mr. Cummings was self-protective enough to hide the incriminating weapon he used to hit himself, but self-destructive enough to leave the severed hands in his car?”

I’ve trapped him in a small corner, and he looks worried. He finally comes up with, “As I said, serial killers are rarely logical. It would be nice if what they did made sense, but it often doesn’t.”

“It would also be nice if your testimony made sense. No further questions.”