to protect me. This place is chockablock full of evil, beb.â
âItâs a woman.â Palmer held open the door to a small unfinished storeroom. âThis is ... was her house.â
Quinn stepped through the narrow doorway to find a small room awash with blood.
As a younger man, just starting out in the business, heâd been amazed at the amount of fluid inside a human body. There was a reason they called it âwet work.â
The pallid corpse of an amber-haired female was thrown back over a collapsed stack of cardboard boxes. She looked to be in her late thirtiesâmaybe Quinnâs age. Her throat had been cut, all the way to the boneâQuinn guessed with some sort of wire. She was naked but for the beige bra that was bunched up cruelly under her armpits. A high-school yearbook and a small wooden music boxâpresumably things precious to the womanâhad fallen out of the boxes and lay below the ashen white of the womanâs trailing wrist. Droplets of coagulating blood pooled below the tips of curled fingers. High cheekbones and the steep angle of her jaw made Quinn guess she might have a hint of Asian blood. Her storm-gray eyes were thrown wide in a silent scream of terror.
Quinn turned away after heâd taken in as much as he thought he needed. Each time he saw a woman whoâd been hurt or killedâand heâd seen far too manyâhe couldnât help but think of Kim. âAnything I can learn from this one?â
âFBI techs say she was raped,â Palmer said.
Bodington leaned a hand against the door frame. âToo early to tell if thereâll be any DNA. Son of a bitch bit a chunk out of her shoulder thoughâprobably trying to subdue her. My guys can get a good cast of his teeth from the wound. Looks like the old girl put up a fight.â He nodded to the tip of a female finger, complete with oddly untouched pink nail polish, lying on the concrete floor. âKiller probably used a garrote. Old girl must have gotten a finger inside the piano wire before he yanked it tightââ
âThe old girlâs name was Nadia,â Veronica Garcia interjected from the doorway, behind Director Ross. She was icy, detached. âNadia Arbakova. She worked for the Secret Service in their Protective Intelligence Division.â
âWas she on Drakeâs list?â Thibodaux asked.
âNo,â Palmer mused, almost to himself. âOddly enough, she was not.â
âSheâs on my list,â Garcia offered.
âOh.â Bodington gave a sarcastic smirk. âYouâve been in the field a half a day and you already have your own list?â
To her credit, Garcia ignored the pompous attempt to keep her in her place.
âShe has a relationship with an agent on the vice presidential detail. Heâs one of the priorities you gave me.â She looked at Palmer, who gave her a reassuring nod. âIâd planned to review her background information with her this morning.â
âSo,â Bodington mused, âyou just happened to drop by at exactly the right time to find two dead bodies in the basement?â
âI decided to stop off and chat with her this morning,â Garcia said. âHer house is on the way in from mine. Thought Iâd kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.â
âDamn appropriate metaphor.â The FBI director smirked, nodding at Haddadâs body. âMaybe thatâs exactly what you did.â
Quinn had had enough. âYou need to shut your mouth,â he hissed, suddenly losing patience.
The FBI boss blustered, rising up on the balls of his feet as if he might actually get physical.
âCalm down, Kurt.â Palmer held up a hand. âHeâd kill you before you could make a fist.â He turned to a grinning Garcia. âPlease continue, Agent Garcia. Whatâs the boyfriendâs name?â
âJames Doyle,â Veronica said. âHeâs
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