"I'm not Elle, you jackass, you murdered her." The words came out of her mouth faster than her brain could have stopped her. This was not just business for her. She wasn't just bringing him in because he was a menace. This was personal. He had murdered the sister that she had never gotten to know. She wanted some sort of retribution for that, even if it was only a confrontation to tell him that she knew what he did and he would pay for it. Stupid serial killers, thinking they could control everything.
"Elle Bishop was my sister." Veronica said, her voice laced with venom. "You killed her, like she was nothing...and you're going to pay for it." Okay, she might have been a little over confident, but she had been waiting for this moment since she'd found out what he had done to her poor sister. She didn't know much about Elle, only that she was raised by some guy named Bob, and that she had died before Veronica had ever been able to find her.
"I'm Veronica, FBI, and you're coming with me." She drew her gun and pointed it at him.