Couldn’t remember. Couldn’t allow herself to want Drago again. It was just physical, nothing more. Nothing to bind them together other than sex.
Besides which, they had work to do. A killer to find. A young girl to save. She didn’t really know Sandy, so she didn’t know how the girl would react to Angel, didn’t know if Sandy could protect herself, at least emotionally. The way Camille needed to protect herself from Drago. Because when they nailed the killer and rescued the girl, that would be that. The end.
Saddened by the thought, she glanced into the mirror at her blood-spattered skin. Filling the sink with warm water, she tried to wash away the memories along with the spattering of Buzzard’s blood on her. She succeeded getting clean, but knew she could never scrub away the past.
She dried herself and fashioned the towel around her. A glance at the mirror told her she was just setting herself up for more uncalled-for attention. She hung up the towel and went back into the bedroom in search of something to wear. Poking around in his dresser drawers, she found a black T-shirt and slipped it over her head, then checked the mirror. It was so big on her it made her appear sexless. Perfect.
About to leave the room, she stopped when her cell chirped at her.
Jackson!
Pulling the cell from her pocket, she realized her hand trembled slightly when she saw his name. She connected. “What did you get?”
“More frustration. It took awhile to track down the owner of Welby Realty. He remembered Paul Fox because he paid his rent in cash for three months in advance. And then he just fell off the grid and the agency rerented the apartment when they didn’t hear from him.”
“What about his furniture and linens? Maybe we can get his DNA.”
“Asked about that, but apparently the place was empty.”
Camille sank down on the edge of the too-inviting bed. “Did Fox ever actually live at that address?” She’d been hoping neighbors could give them a better description.
“Welby couldn’t swear on it. I’ll have someone check on it tomorrow morning.”
“In the meantime, we still have nothing.” And she was too exhausted to think of a new move.
“We have a little something. Welby remembered Fox because of the way he looked.”
“So his description didn’t fit what we saw on the mall camera?”
“Welby said the blond hair wasn’t real. That he could tell Fox was wearing a wig. And face makeup. Said it looked like he was covering up something because it was thicker along the right side of his face. Maybe a birthmark or a scar.”
“Whoa. That might give us something.” They could have someone run through electronic mug shots looking for marked faces.
“I already have someone working on it.”
Of course he did. Jackson was good. With him working on the inside of the department and her working with outside help, they
would
succeed in stopping Angel this time.
“He also said Fox looked young, probably early twenties.”
The same age as his victims. That would narrow down the field a bit. “So what’s your next move?”
“
Next we get something to eat and some sleep or we’ll be no good to anyone. We’ll start again at daybreak. I advise you to do the same.”
Stifling a yawn, she said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
Conversation ended, she tried to get to her feet so she could go tell Drago what she’d learned. He could pass the information on to Titus. Her limbs were too heavy and the mattress beneath her felt so comfortable. She could hear the dryer going. It would probably take a half hour for her blouse to be ready to wear. It wouldn’t hurt to get a little shut-eye while waiting.
Sinking back against the bed, she thought she should set the snooze alarm on her phone, but she barely got to the app before she finally surrendered to the inevitable. She couldn’t put a coherent thought together, but she swept in and out of a dreamworld, memories haunting her sleep.
Lying on
Besides which, they had work to do. A killer to find. A young girl to save. She didn’t really know Sandy, so she didn’t know how the girl would react to Angel, didn’t know if Sandy could protect herself, at least emotionally. The way Camille needed to protect herself from Drago. Because when they nailed the killer and rescued the girl, that would be that. The end.
Saddened by the thought, she glanced into the mirror at her blood-spattered skin. Filling the sink with warm water, she tried to wash away the memories along with the spattering of Buzzard’s blood on her. She succeeded getting clean, but knew she could never scrub away the past.
She dried herself and fashioned the towel around her. A glance at the mirror told her she was just setting herself up for more uncalled-for attention. She hung up the towel and went back into the bedroom in search of something to wear. Poking around in his dresser drawers, she found a black T-shirt and slipped it over her head, then checked the mirror. It was so big on her it made her appear sexless. Perfect.
About to leave the room, she stopped when her cell chirped at her.
Jackson!
Pulling the cell from her pocket, she realized her hand trembled slightly when she saw his name. She connected. “What did you get?”
“More frustration. It took awhile to track down the owner of Welby Realty. He remembered Paul Fox because he paid his rent in cash for three months in advance. And then he just fell off the grid and the agency rerented the apartment when they didn’t hear from him.”
“What about his furniture and linens? Maybe we can get his DNA.”
“Asked about that, but apparently the place was empty.”
Camille sank down on the edge of the too-inviting bed. “Did Fox ever actually live at that address?” She’d been hoping neighbors could give them a better description.
“Welby couldn’t swear on it. I’ll have someone check on it tomorrow morning.”
“In the meantime, we still have nothing.” And she was too exhausted to think of a new move.
“We have a little something. Welby remembered Fox because of the way he looked.”
“So his description didn’t fit what we saw on the mall camera?”
“Welby said the blond hair wasn’t real. That he could tell Fox was wearing a wig. And face makeup. Said it looked like he was covering up something because it was thicker along the right side of his face. Maybe a birthmark or a scar.”
“Whoa. That might give us something.” They could have someone run through electronic mug shots looking for marked faces.
“I already have someone working on it.”
Of course he did. Jackson was good. With him working on the inside of the department and her working with outside help, they
would
succeed in stopping Angel this time.
“He also said Fox looked young, probably early twenties.”
The same age as his victims. That would narrow down the field a bit. “So what’s your next move?”
“
Next we get something to eat and some sleep or we’ll be no good to anyone. We’ll start again at daybreak. I advise you to do the same.”
Stifling a yawn, she said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
Conversation ended, she tried to get to her feet so she could go tell Drago what she’d learned. He could pass the information on to Titus. Her limbs were too heavy and the mattress beneath her felt so comfortable. She could hear the dryer going. It would probably take a half hour for her blouse to be ready to wear. It wouldn’t hurt to get a little shut-eye while waiting.
Sinking back against the bed, she thought she should set the snooze alarm on her phone, but she barely got to the app before she finally surrendered to the inevitable. She couldn’t put a coherent thought together, but she swept in and out of a dreamworld, memories haunting her sleep.
Lying on
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