GABRIEL THORN CONFESSION TRANSCRIPTS
STARLING POLICE DEPARTMENT
Case Number: █████-█████-
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HALLIWELL: And yet you chose to hunt in your backyard again. You targeted Anabel White, another Starling resident.
THORN: You use that word a lot, Sheriff.
HALLIWELL: What word?
THORN: Hunt. I didn’t hunt anybody. My sparrows weren’t prey, and they deserve to be spoken about with more respect.
HALLIWELL: Respect? You want to lecture me about respect, you sick son of a bitch? You slaughtered six innocent women. Seven, if we count Sarah, and guess what, Gabriel—I do count Sarah. That firearm did not go off by “accident.” You pulled the trigger. You killed your wife. Intentionally.
THORN: No. I didn’t.
HALLIWELL: And you killed the others. The women—do you get that, Gabriel? They were women. Human beings. Not your little birds or your little playthings. You abducted them, you tortured them, you raped them—
THORN: I didn’t torture or rape anybody—
HALLIWELL: —and then you put a knife in their hearts and watched them die. And now you’re sitting here, smiling, telling us how much you loved them, how you cared for them.
THORN: That is the truth.
HALLIWELL: You don’t kill the things you love.
THORN: Could I please get that glass of water now?
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HALLIWELL: Let’s talk about your last victim. Leah Devereaux. How well did you know her?
THORN: Not well. She was close with my sister-in-law and her husband.
HALLIWELL: The Shipleys.
THORN: Yes. But Sarah and I didn’t socialize with many people. And as I’ve already stated, my wife and her sister were estranged.
HALLIWELL: Then why?
THORN: Why what?
HALLIWELL: Why did you target Leah?
THORN: Did you know, Sheriff, that the light doesn’t love everyone?
Some subjects, no matter how beautiful, sit in the light like a shadow.
Flat and unwilling to reflect any of it back.
Leah? The light danced on her. It danced!
It skipped down the planes of her face and rested there, like it couldn’t help itself.
HALLIWELL: No more of your cryptic bullshit, Gabriel. Stop smiling. Look at me, damn it. Stop smiling.