Stranded

Demarcus’s full-body searches. If Otis was lying, she wanted to trip him up now and be done with it.
    Otis nodded and squinted again like he needed to give it some thought.
    “That’d be the one off I-29. Sioux City, Iowa.”
    She stared at him. Was it simply a lucky guess?
    “You should check the barn,” he told her. “I think that’s where he buried the biker guy with all the tattoos.”
    Then he offered his hands to the guard to release his shackles from the iron rings in the floor. And Otis P. Dodd shuffled away without looking back at her.

CHAPTER 25

    “He was pretty convincing,” Gwen told Maggie.
    She called Maggie as soon as she got back to her office. She had been anxious to get back, asking for a rain check on lunch when AD Kunze offered. Now as she stood looking out the window and at the Potomac in the distance, now that she was back in familiar territory, she felt comfortable and—she hated to admit it—she felt
safe
. She also knew she could give Maggie a more objective assessment of Otis P. Dodd and what he had told her. And what he had
not
told her.
    “But there’s something very odd about him,” Gwen added.
    “Agent Alonzo said he’s mentally slow.”
    “No, I don’t think he is. He’s like a giant hulk, only with a receding hairline and thick sideburns and a crazy lopsided grin that doesn’t go away. He speaks in this slow and easy Southern drawl that can easily disarm you. He actually comes off as polite and … God, I hate to admit this, but he’s almost charming.”
    “But not mentally challenged?”
    “Socially he’s stunted and that’s probably what causes people to think he might be slow. Also, he’s not well educated. He talks very simply. Double negatives, poor grammar in general. He maynot be the sharpest, but he’s definitely not dumb. In fact, I think he’s quite manipulative.”
    “He wants people to believe he’s not smart?”
    “Yes,” Gwen said, relieved that Maggie understood despite Gwen’s difficulty in explaining.
    “So is he making this all up?”
    Gwen let out a sigh and raked her fingers through her hair before she admitted, “That I don’t know. There were some things about him that were quite genuine. Things I don’t think he could have faked.
    “For example, he genuinely appears to be uncomfortable in his own skin. He has the mannerisms of a thirteen-year-old boy. Awkward. Almost gawky. Facial tics that I don’t think he’s aware of. He reminded me of a teenager who woke up one day to find that he had grown six inches in the last month but in his mind he still wasn’t that tall.”
    “Are you saying he has the maturity of a thirteen-year-old? Or just the physicality?”
    “That’s a good question. I’m not sure I have an answer.”
    “Well, he’s serving a twenty-five-year sentence for arson. From what I understand, he’s set more than thirty fires in the state of Virginia. It takes a certain maturity to get away with that many, even for a pyromaniac.”
    “Oh, that reminds me. He said people call him a pyromaniac, but he says he’s a powermaniac.” As soon as she repeated his line Gwen realized she had been fooled. Before Maggie could respond, she said, “He’s playing me, isn’t he?”
    “If he is, how did he know about the woman in the culvert? The first one in orange socks? He told them exactly where the body could be found.”
    “And he couldn’t have randomly chosen Iowa along with Interstate 29 as a lucky guess, could he? I did prompt him by telling him it was in the Midwest.” Now Gwen wished she hadn’t even given him that much.
    “No, I don’t think he could. That would be too big of a coincidence. Tully and I know how hard this has been to pinpoint and we had a map. That we found this killer’s dumping ground so quickly was dumb luck. It’s just started to leak out to the media so he couldn’t have heard about it on the news.”
    There was a pause. Gwen realized neither of them knew what to think. She took the opportunity to talk about personal things for a few minutes. Gwen wanted to know how Tully was doing. He hadn’t been feeling well when he left yesterday morning. And Maggie wanted to know how the contractors were progressing on her house. A good deal of her two-story Tudor had been damaged in the fire. There was no connection to Otis. He had already been in prison.
    Gwen tried to keep positive, constantly reminding Maggie that now she could rebuild her house exactly how she wanted it. But