The Red Light Girls (Unsolved Mysteries Book 2) by Kim Knight (most romantic novels TXT) 📗

down the road, she hesitated, not sure what to do after what had just happened.

“You can trust me.” The officer flashed his badge. “I heard the call come in over the radio. I’m here to take you home. Now, get in.”

Nodding Madeline climbed into the car slowly and eyed the officer.

“Oh, my God.” She placed a hand over her beating heart. “It was Mr. Fitz.”

“Mr. Fitz? Who’s that?” The officer asked with a serious face.

“My uhm…” She held his gaze. “He’s, my landlord.”

34

Exhale

Detective Janssen

Two weeks later…

The heavy door slammed closed behind her, and Detective Janssen flinched. Her prior interview with the man her officers had captured—the one who tried to abduct Madeline—revealed a lot more than she had expected.

I need to be sure it’s him. So, this second interrogation before the case went to trial was her only option. And now, I am, sure that is.

Walking out of the room, she left him handcuffed in the interrogation cell.

A new air of confidence, and a wave of relief that the Red Light Girl’s mystery had finally ended, flooded through her veins.

“So, what’s next?” Gibson headed back to her office with her. “You satisfied now?”

“Yep, as best I can be. The hair DNA evidence on Suzy’s body, the websites with fake profiles all coming from his damn laptop, the name changes, everything adds up,” she told him with confidence.

At her office door, Janssen turned to Gibson. “I’ll get an update from the criminal psychologist and let you know what the outcome is. Either way, he’s going down for the Red Light Girls, and Madeline’s attempted kidnap.”

Gibson nodded, gave her a playful salute, then made his way down the hall to his own office.

Janssen pushed the door open, walked over to the kettle, and flicked the switch. She grabbed a teabag, then poured hot water into her mug.

Slumped down in the chair behind her desk, she took a moment to let it all sink in. After a bit, she looked out the window. Her eyes rested on the view of the busy city below.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, focusing on the money tree plant on her desk.

Amsterdam’s a safer place now that the Red Light Girl’s mystery’s solved.

The jury couldn’t possibly be swayed into believing the so-called ‘Mr. Fitz’ was an innocent man.

Not likely thought, she scoffed.

Janssen’s eyes moved over to the board on the wall and all the pinned pieces of information. The faces of all the young women murdered, reported missing, and then finally found after a confession, stared back at her.

Jezzz, what a psycho!

Her eyes landed on the mugshot of the man now held in a cell downstairs, and she smirked, knowing she had caught her man.

Ring.

Ring.

Janssen reached over and picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Detective,” said a familiar male voice. “Hi.”

“Dr. Fountz, sorry I just got back and was about to call you.”

“It’s all right. I figured you may have been done wiv’ ‘em by now.”

Janssen smiled at Dr. Fountz’s strong German accent. “Okay, so what’s your take on him.”

“‘Vell, he isn’t a very well man, from our sessions together over the last few weeks he has a history of sexual abuse as a child by his father.” Dr. Fountz paused a moment. “His mother abandoned the family because of the father. And the continued abuse from his paternal parent, and mother’s disappearance are key to his predatory behaviour.”

“Damn, it’s sad but explains a lot,” Janssen added. “From the background check, he escaped Germany after he was registered as a sex offender. He changed his name and set himself up in Amsterdam in property management. Did he say anything about this?”

“No, he wouldn’t speak about the past much. But he did admit to the unsolved murders in Germany a few years back.”

Janssen stood up from behind her desk and walked over to the board to face the mug shot of the so-called Mr. Samuel Fitz.

“You are kidding me, right, Doc?”

“No. I’m not.”

“So, he confessed to them?”

“Hmm, yes, he did.”

Janssen heard Dr Fountz shuffle through some papers, more than likely his notes. “Just wun second. Let me look…”

Janssen waited impatiently.

“Yes, he did Detective. He named girls, dates, but he showed no remorse at all as expected for a psychopath.”

“You have this recorded or some kinda evidence for the jury to see?” Janssen frowned at the picture on the wall.

If they’d locked him up, she thought, none of the working girls would be dead.

“Of course, all recorded, some on audio, and other recordings on both audio and video. When I tried to ask a little later in the session about this, well, and his past, he denied he had admitted to any murders.”

“Really?”

“He completely flipped the script on me. The man has a personality disorder at the stronger end of the spectrum, cold-hearted, little remorse, lack of empathy, callous. Overall a psychopath, a dangerous man.”

“Did he mention anything about Madeline?”

“He just wanted to warn her off, take her to dinner, and give her back her bra,” Dr. Fountz confirmed.

“Warn her off? Yeah right,” Janssen sniggered, “finish her off more like it. And her bra? What did he mean? I can’t believe he was her property manager. This could have ended so differently for her.”

“Exactly, the man is dangerous. He has a past. No doubt, you have all the evidence you need to tie him to the Red Light Girls. As for the girls over in Germany, you can follow up on the report you’ll receive from my office.”

Janssen nodded. “Okay. Thanks. I look forward to the full report.”

Janssen ended the call in disbelief. She had expected Dr. Fountz’s clinical report would be grim, but not this grim.

The upside was that the murders over in Germany that she was not aware of, now had new evidence.

She made her way back over to her desk, then pulled up the Politie database.

Pulling up a browser window, she started to search through the Interpol’s international police’s database for the contacts over in Germany, to let them know some evidence would