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turned it for Wilkes to read.
    "These
the girls they say I killed?" Wilkes asked, glancing briefly at the pad.
    "Raped
and killed, yes."
    Jared
Wilkes eyes flashed up to Harriett's face.
    "I've
never had to resort to physical violence to fuck a woman, counselor. There's plenty
out there who are more than willing to jump into bed and spread their legs
without the slightest hesitation. Why would I need to force myself on one who
didn't want it?"
    "Rape
isn't about sex, Mr. Wilkes. Men with seemingly normal sex lives still rape."
    Wilkes
leaned forward and stared at her.
    "But
sex is the ultimate domination, Harriett. Every time a woman slides her body
under a man's, it's a sign of submission that says, 'fuck me, I want it.'"
    "Is
that your own interpretation?"
    "Nah,
I read it somewhere," he said matter-of-factly as he leaned back and
exhaled cigarette smoke. "But I think it's an accurate description."
    "What
if, in the midst of this sexual submission, the woman changed her mind? How
would you feel about that?"
    "There
are plenty of other willing fish in the ocean."
    Wilkes
took another drag on his cigarette and his eyes scanned Harriett's face.
    "How
would you let a man know you were ready to give it up, Harriett?" Wilkes
asked.
    "Do
you recognize any of those names?" Harriett asked pointing at the pad,
ignoring the question.
    "I
already told you I knew them. I just don't remember whether I slept with any of
them. I might have."
    "Do
you use drugs or alcohol?"
    "I've
been known to drink more than my share, and dear old Mom and Dad stuck me in
rehab once a couple of years ago."
    "For
drinking?"
    "Coke,"
he answered shaking his head. "But I've kicked that now. Found a better
way to get high."
    "And
what is that?"
    "Fuckin'
women," Wilkes smiled broadly. "I like women. Very intoxicating. That's
a nice perfume you're wearing, by the way. What is it?"
    "According
to the detective's report, you were seen with each of these girls on the night
they died. And they have a hair and semen type match on all four that matches
your hair and semen. I assume you have an explanation for that."
    "Look,
I said I might have slept with them. That doesn't mean I killed them."
    "You
like your sex a little kinky, Jared?"
    "What
do you mean by kinky?" Wilkes asked looking surprised by the question.
    "Come
on, Jared. Into any S&M, leather, whips, that kind of thing?"
    "Is
that what turns you on?"
    "My
sex life isn't in question. Before we go any further, there's one thing you
should know, Mr. Wilkes."
    "Yeah?
What's that?" Wilkes smiled.
    "If
you expect me to represent you in court, you can't bullshit me. You have to
tell me the absolute truth. Nothing you tell me can ever be repeated by me to
anyone. If you told me right now that you're guilty as hell, I couldn't tell
anyone. So I want you to cut the crap, and tell me the truth. If you're not
willing to do that, find yourself another lawyer. So far you're not impressing
me, if that's what you've been trying to do. I've been a practicing adult a
long time, and there's not much that shocks me anymore."
    Jared
finished his cigarette and crushed it out in an ashtray on the table without
looking at Harriett. She saw his jaw muscle tighten and relax.
    "What's
it going to be, Mr. Wilkes? I have plans for the weekend and would like to get
the hell out of here."
    "Okay,
I'll tell you the truth, Ms. Markham. I've been a pain in the ass since I was
born. Always in trouble and guilty more often than not. I admit to drinking too
much and using drugs on occasion, but I'm not a murderer. I knew all of those
girls, and I had sex with them, but I didn't kill them. I should have gone to
the police voluntarily after Lydia and Tiffany were killed, but they were both
underage, and I didn't want to get slapped with a statutory charge. But I guess
that would have been better than a rape and murder charge."
    "Didn't
you think it was unusual that four girls you'd slept with all wound up
dead?"
    "Of
course, but there are plenty