Chapter 49

Her gaze darted to the glass tube in the bottle as it slowly filled with more holy water and followed it as Gideon reached between her legs. Everything in her froze as he inserted the slim cylinder into her pussy, and for the first time since getting her in chains, Gideon caught a whiff of her fear.

“Who killed Toby Richards?” he asked again, the pipet poised in anticipation of her response.

Tricia didn’t answer immediately, and he let a small trickle of water escape the thin tube. Tears filled her eyes, but they never lost the glint of anger. “I did,” she whispered.

Though a flash of satisfaction surged through him, Gideon neither reacted nor moved his hand away. “Why?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.” Before he released another trickle of water, she added quickly. “Please, I don’t know. I don’t…I don’t remember.”

“Guess what?” Gideon said softly. “Pleading amnesia didn’t work for Rudolf Hess, either.”