Harvey blinked. "You killed Vanna White? You bastard." He reached for his transmitter.

You will not call for backup, Jack told him.

Harvey lowered his hand and resumed his deadpan face.

"She was never alive." The female officer appeared in the doorway, holding the doll. "It's a sex toy." She tossed it on the floor and gave Jack a look of utter disgust. "You sick pervert."

"It's not mine," he growled.

With a huff, she headed back into the bedroom.

This had gone far enough. Jack focused on Harvey. You will leave this place and go back to your car. You will forget you were ever here. You will forget me and everything you have seen here.

Harvey nodded, then slowly wandered down the hall.

Now to take care of the beautiful but strangely resistant female. Jack followed her into the bedroom. "Miss—"

She whirled around, and her eyes widened at the sight of his free hands. She immediately reached for her gun. "I thought you were cuffed."

Jack stepped toward her. "There's no need to—"

She drew her weapon. "Stay back. Harvey! Where are you?"

Jack could hear her heart racing. "Relax. I only want to talk. And there's no need to yell for Harvey. He left."

Her pulse jumped. "My partner wouldn't leave me alone. What did you do to him?"

"Nothing. He simply left."

"I don't believe you." She lifted her gun an inch, aiming at his head. "More police are on their way."

"No, they're not. I didn't let Harvey call for backup."

She gulped audibly. "You didn't let… Who are you?"

He opened his palms. "I will not harm you."

"What did you do to Harvey?" she shouted.

"Nothing. He's on his way to the car. He knows I'm harmless." Jack lifted his hands and moved closer. "Think about it, Miss…?"

She stepped back. "Officer Boucher."