Sawyer (19 page)

“Swell.” He dropped the file folders on his blotter.

And just like that, Greavy had probably wrecked the tentative rapport she’d established with Fitch.

Leaning over his desk, she scooped up the reports. “If you have someplace for me to sit, I’ll get out of your way and wait for the other agent.”

“To your right, three doors down there’s an empty office. You’re welcome to use it until your partner in crime fighting shows up.”

“Thanks, Charlie. Coffee?”

“No, thanks.”

Pursing her lips, she glared at the bald spot on his head as he bent over his desk. “I meant for me.”

Without an ounce of embarrassment, he aimed a stubby finger toward the door. “Back in the squad room.”

“Thanks a lot.” She clicked his door shut and blew out a breath. Yep, that rapport was totally trashed.

Her high heels clicked on the linoleum as she hugged the file folders to her chest and made her way back to the squad room.

Christina balanced the file folders on the edge of the counter and shook a disposable cup loose from a stack.

“Do you want me to get that for you?”

Christina glanced over her shoulder at a fresh-faced female cop, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. “I think I got it.”

The officer reached around Christina for the coffeepot. “That’s okay. You’d better grab those folders instead.”

Snatching the case files from the counter, Christina laughed. “You’re right. Those almost landed on the floor.”

“Not that I wouldn’t mind getting a look at them.” The woman aimed a steady stream of steaming brown liquid into Christina’s cup.

“Is that so, Officer...” She squinted at the cop’s name tag. “Griego?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She replaced the coffeepot on the hot plate. “I’ve been on patrol for two years now, and I’m just itching to take the detective’s exam.”

“Homicide?”

“That’s my goal.”

Christina raised her cup to Officer Griego. “If I need some help, I’ll make a request for you.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’d appreciate that.”

As Officer Griego turned away, Christina grimaced and tipped some cream into her cup.
You hit thirty and you become ma’am.

She blew on the surface of her coffee as she made her way back to the office Fitch had indicated before. She dropped the file folders on the desk, leaving the door open behind her. The open-door policy seemed to work better with the police departments, and she just might need Officer Griego’s help.

She flipped open the covers of the two files and reached for a third tucked into her briefcase. She positioned the case file for the Portland murder next to the other two. The tarot cards and the M.O. tied two murders in San Francisco to the one in Portland. No doubt about it.

Why only one in Portland and two here? Had they missed a second one in Portland? If these were random, then the killer must’ve been in Portland for business or pleasure. Or maybe he lived in Oregon and San Francisco was the trip away from home, but the Oregon murder had come between the two in the city.

The close succession of the two murders here had allowed her to see the crime scene for herself this time. When the tarot card had been discovered on the body of the murder victim in Portland, just like it had here, the Bureau had sent her back to San Francisco to follow up.

Then the killer struck again while she was in the city. Lucky for her—not so much for the victim.

For the next hour, she buried her nose in the papers in between sips of lukewarm coffee. Nobody had disturbed her until Officer Griego tapped on the office door.

“Ma’am?”

Christina looked up and rubbed one eye. “Yes?”

“The other agent from the Bureau is here.” Griego looked ready to burst with pride as if she’d personally invited him here and tracked her down.

“Thanks. Send him on over.”

Officer Griego’s rosy cheeks got rosier. “He’s right...”

A tall, broad form filled the door behind the tiny officer. “Thanks, Rita. I’ll take it from here.”

Christina clenched her jaw to keep it from hitting the desk. Then she eked out a tight smile and said hello to Eric Brody, her ex-fiancé, the love of her life and the father of her child.

Copyright © 2014 by Carol Ericson

ISBN-13: 9781460331835

SAWYER

Copyright © 2014 by Delores Fossen

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