Mission Completed

"The photos are some kind of sick trophies of his victims," Frank said grimly. "Karl convinces these women to do coke with him, slips them a sedative, then rapes them."

He pointed at the projection screen, where images of various women were displayed—pictures Zoey had pulled from Andrew's laptop. Layla sat across from them, listening intently.

"In the morning, they're too afraid to come forward," Frank continued. "If they do, they'd have to admit they were using drugs. He preys on that fear."

Layla's expression darkened. "I suppose that explains why the charges against him are always dropped."

Zoey clenched her fists. "This guy's a monster. He gets off on violating and humiliating these women, and he's not going to stop." She took a deep breath, then added coldly, "I think we should just let him die, Chief."

Layla's eyes snapped to her. "Shut up, Zoey. How can you say that as a detective? Stop letting your emotions cloud your judgment."