The team stood around Jenna's phone sitting on the conference, every single one of them stunned. They just listened to Dallon die over the speakerphone, and it was Tyler who killed him. Josh knew the voice that whispered "I'm so sorry" right before hanging up almost as well as his own.

It was Tyler.

Jenna's chest picked up pace as the call dropped, her voice raw from screaming. She had a hand clutching the front of her shirt in an iron grip, tears coating her puffy cheeks. Josh hadn't seen her this distraught since Breezy's funeral.

She was also the first to be released from their shock induced silence, snatching up the phone and dialing Dallon's number again. Brad reached over to stop her, but the moment his hand touched her shoulder, Jenna cowered away, snarling.

"Don't touch me," she growled, clutching the phone to her heart. "I made a promise."

"Jenna-"

"No! I told Breezy I'd watch over him after she was gone. I promised her, and I failed!"

"We all did," Mark mumbled, staring into the empty space in front of him.

The call must've gone unanswered again because Jenna stuttered a string of swear words under her breath and redialed, holding the phone up to her ear. It was so quiet that Josh could hear it go straight to voicemail.

Jenna screamed in frustration and threw the phone across the room, the glass no doubt shattering on impact. Brad pulled her into a hug, cradling her as she cried.

Josh wrapped his arms tightly around his body, unable to process what was happening. He'd been so shocked when Jenna said that he could be the killer, but he never would've thought-

"We- we need to find him." Jenna pulled out of Brad's hold, her body shaking. "Judah, you were the last one to see them, where did they go?" She demanded.

"The- the hotel," he answered.

Mark exchanged a look with Josh. They were the ones who knew him best. If Tyler was there and unhinged, he wouldn't come quietly. He would fight it and use their emotions against them.

Brad cleared his throat. "We're leaving now."

The ride to the hotel was quiet and stiff. Josh knew the other were asking themselves what they could've done to prevent this. But he was the only one to blame- not because he saw this coming, but because he didn't.

Brad and Judah went in first, guns in hand. Jenna and Mark went after them, and Josh followed behind them. As soon as he stepped into the room, his whole body turned to stone.

Tyler hadn't even tried to hide, looking up from his fetal position on the couch as Jenna dragged him to his feet by his arm. He wasn't wearing the same button down shirt as earlier in the day, instead he wore one of Josh's.

"Black, what's going on?" He asked. "Ow! You're hurting me!"

"What, just like you hurt Dallon?" She snapped, roughly handcuffing him.

His eyes went wide. "Dallon? What happened to Dallon?"

Josh had to lower his eyes to the floor to avoid his burning, authentically confused gaze. He walked into the bathroom, seeing Brad slowly bag up Tyler's government issued gun.

"You don't think-" the rest of his sentence died in his throat as Judah picked up Tyler's button down from earlier in the day, dried blood covering the front and the sleeves. He almost gagged.

"Tyler Joseph," Mark began. "You are under arrest for the seventeen counts of murder-"

"Murder?!" Tyler exclaimed.

"Including Dallon Weekes, William Dun, and Kehlani Parrish."

Josh watched Mark and Jenna march him outside, his body not allowing him to move. Brad placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's nobody's fault but his own," he said, walking ahead with Judah right behind him.

As reassuring as that should've been, it only made Josh's stomach twist into knots he didn't would ever untangle. He took a deep breath, telling himself that this was just another case, just another kill, and left the hotel room.

He didn't know how it happened. They spent the last 48 hours between confirming the blood on Tyler's shirt was Dallon's and trying to get Tyler to cough up the location of his body. Somehow, in that time, the team elected Josh to be the first one to interrogate Tyler.

Josh shook his head as soon as they made the suggestion. "I'm not- I can't look."

"If I go in there, I might kill him," Jenna muttered.

"You're the only one he will trust right now," Brad said. "Play on his affection for you. Pretend you think he's innocent and you're just trying to help."

"No way in hell can I look at him in the eye and pretend what he did was okay," Josh argued.

"Josh..." Elle, Dallon's sister, spoke up. They'd called her as soon as they arrested Tyler. "I know how much it hurts, but please. For Dal."

Josh's heart sank. He couldn't say no to her. "Fine. I guess I can give it a try."

Brad gave him a solemn look and nodded to the interrogation room. "Good luck." He handed Josh the file of the evidence they'd collected so far and walked him in. Tyler had his head on the table, staring at nothing.

If Brad hadn't gently pushed him inside and shut the door behind him, Josh would've turned tail and ran. After a minute of staring, Josh cleared his throat and Tyler jerked up.

Relief washed over Tyler's face, and for a moment Josh wondered if this was all a mistake, that Tyler was innocent and just scared after being kept in interrogation for nearly twelve hours.

"Joshie," he breathed, smiling. "I'm so glad to see you."

The nickname physically hurt to hear, and Josh had to conjure up every ounce of anger and betrayal he was feeling to stop himself from cracking open like an egg. He dropped the file on the table and scooted put the chair across from Tyler's.

Tyler watched him carefully, his smiling fading as he began to realize what was going on. "You think I'm the Karma Killer too, huh."

It didn't take him long to see through that facade.

"Where were you around 4:30?" Josh asked monotonously, not meeting his eyes.

"At our hotel room, I told Brad this already. Dallon dropped me off and said he had to stop somewhere on his way back?"

"Do you have an address?"

"Do I- Josh, this is ridiculous!" Tyler jerked his hands up, going nowhere. "I could never kill someone. You know that, right?"

Josh faked flipping through the papers. "Did he tell you where?"

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Tyler pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.

Josh couldn't look at him for long, afraid that his already cracking mask of rage would completely shatter. "Dallon is missing. You were found with the gun used to shoot him and clothes covered in his blood. His last words were your name. That doesn't look good."

Tyler's mouth opened, but promptly closed it when Josh continued. "We have plenty of evidence. Please don't make this harder than it already is."

The tears started to fall, and Tyler buried his face in his hands, audibly sobbing. Josh helplessly looked over at the one-way mirror, knowing Jenna and Brad were watching. He wasn't the right person to be doing this interrogation.

Slowly, the sobs turned into laughter. It was imperceptible at first, a short giggle between sniffs, but it progressed until every inch of Josh's skin crawled with goosebumps.

Tyler threw his head back in a fit of delirious shrieking. The tears stopped flowing, and his teeth looked razor sharp in the swinging fluorescent light above. He suddenly stopped laughing. Josh's heart nearly stopped cold in his chest.

"Actually," Tyler's face went blank. "His last words were 'w-why?' I'm sure he tried to say something else after that, but he was too busy, you know, choking on his own blood."

He stared with such a hollow, enigmatic gaze that it made Josh feel like he knew all of the secrets of earth and heaven alike. Even when and how he'd die.

"Is... that a confession?" Josh asked cautiously.

Tyler sneered. "No, because I didn't kill anyone."

"We have evidence thing you directly to-"

"Tell me this, Joshua."

Tyler leaned over the metal table, only being stopped halfway by the short length of his handcuffs. Their noses barely brushed, but Josh still jerked back instinctively, his seat tipping back dangerously.

Time seemed to stand still. Tyler tilted his head to the side, his upper lip curled, like a wolf that finally caught its prey.

The empty look in his eyes was wicked and maniacal, unlike the love and softness Josh had seen in them before. Any hint of his trademark childish innocence had left and was replaced with the haze of a sociopathic killer.

Despite the shiver running down Josh's spine, he was still adamant that Tyler had no idea what he was doing. Under the mania was confusion, masking his insecurities with insanity. Tyler couldn't be the killer. Josh wouldn't know what to do if it was him.

"If what they say is true, if I am the one who killed all of those people and I really did lose my mind..." Tyler sent him a wide smile, exposing every single one of his bloody teeth. The blood in Josh's body ran cold. "What makes you think you can stop me?"

Tyler raised his hands, showing the handcuffs off his wrists and hanging from his middle finger, and before Josh could react, those same hands were around his neck.

He heard the metal door slam open. Josh being dragged away from Tyler, whose hands had found a home around his neck and wouldn't let go. His vision went black with white spots around the edges by the time Jenna got Tyler off of him.

Josh gasped for air as soon as the initial shock wore off. His lungs throbbed with pain with each breath, and he tasted metal on the back of his throat. He still couldn't see well, but felt Brad's hands on his shoulders. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Jenna on the floor with her arms wrapped around Tyler's middle, her legs pinning his as he kicked and flailed.

"That's right, run, little rabbit," Tyler taunted, laughing in a way that made the hair on Josh's arms stand to attention. "Run! I'll catch you. I will hunt you down and tear you apart like an animal out for the slaughter! You can't hide from me, Joshua! You will never be able to-"

Jenna wrapped one arm around his neck and the other his head, putting him in a choke hold. Tyler went bug-eyed, clawing at her arms, and his face began to turn red the longer she held him.

"Get him out of here!" She barked.

Brad dragged Josh by his suit jacket through and out of the interrogation room. As soon as the door slammed shut, Josh started sobbing, wheezing through his hoarse throat. He fell back into the wall, unable to hold back every stage of grief falling and crashing over him.

Mark ran, his face pale. "Heaton-"

"Get a nurse!" Brad commanded. He turned to Josh, who could barely breathe. "Hey, are you okay? Can you stand?"

Josh nodded and tried to lift himself up, but his legs were like jelly and Brad had to hold him.

"Sir, there's something you need to see-"

"What the hell did I say, Eshleman?" Brad barked.

"Brad!" Mark shouted, visibly angry. He never got angry, much less shouted.

Brad blinked, surprised. "What?"

"Spencer Smith is in custody. He just walked into the station and confessed to all of the murders, and his guns matches Tyler's," Mark said breathlessly. "He even gave us a location for a body."