Hunting Evil by Carol Lynne Page A

gentleman.”
    “Be a cop. Leave the gentleman shit for date night.” She dropped her bag on the floor and climbed in. There was only one place she wanted to be treated like a woman, and that was in bed. She glanced at Milano as he buckled his seatbelt. Damn. Milano’s body was perfect. His forearms were bigger than her thighs and the bulge in his jeans was impressive.
    Milano cleared his throat, and Lauren realized she was openly staring at his crotch. Without apologizing, she turned to face the front. “Where to first?”
    “Well, since the BVA believes you can crack this case, I thought I’d take you to one of the crime scenes.” Milano started the sedan and pulled out of the lot.
    Lauren had already poured over all the crime scenes, but she kept her mouth shut. It would be interesting to see what Milano had discovered on his own. “Okay,” she agreed.
    They headed toward Locust and Fifth with Milano driving like an old woman. He was wasting her time, she concluded. Why was he taking her to the only location that didn’t fit with Armand’s usual pattern? “So tell me, how did you figure out Armand was the one killing these girls?”
    “I could ask you the same thing,” Milano said without taking his eyes off the road.
    Lauren wasn’t ready to divulge that information. “I’ve been tracking him for a long time.”
    “So have I.” Milano parked in front of the alley where Brandy Huggins’ body had been found.
    “This is it.” Milano got out of the car without looking at her.
    With a sigh, Lauren got out. The section of town wasn’t the safest, so she grabbed her bag at the last moment.
    With his hands shoved in his pockets, Milano stared at the bag and grinned.
    “It’s not a purse.” She settled the mini-backpack on her shoulders.
    “Of course not. That would make you a woman.”
    Lauren’s gaze went to the front of Milano’s pants. “I thought you’d noticed that little fact earlier when your dick went hard, but maybe you prefer dudes.”
    Milano’s dark eyes narrowed. He moved to stand in front of Lauren. “I smelled your wet pussy when we got in the car. I’m a vampire. We react to things like that.”
    Lauren’s sex drive was the only thing about her that she couldn’t control, and she never made apologies for it. She smirked. “You’ve got a great body. Someone would have to be dead not to notice.” Standing on her tip toes, she tilted her head back and came within an inch of his mouth. “Did you bring me here to seduce me or show me the crime scene?”
    Milano’s nostrils flared, obviously trying to detect whether she was aroused again. “I brought you here to see how much you know about the man we’re tracking.”
    “I know everything about Armand, except where’s he hiding.” Lauren glanced at the grimy alley. “And I know that Brandy Huggins wasn’t murdered here.”
    Milano’s black eyebrows shot up. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because it’s dirty here.” With her hands clasped behind her back, Lauren wandered up and down a short stretch of the alley. “I think she was killed too close to where he’s living, and he didn’t want to draw police attention to his location.”
    “Well, you’re right that she wasn’t killed here, not enough blood at this scene.”
    “So tell me, how did you find out it was Armand?”
    “He’s never tried to hide his identity.” He opened his jacket and withdrew a small plastic bag from his inner pocket. “He leaves these stuffed in various parts of the victims’ bodies.”
    Lauren took the bag and stared at the bloodstained business card. “Armand obviously wanted the media to know he was doing it, so why hold that information back from the press? Do you worry that he continues to kill because you’re pissing him off by holding back?”
    Milano shook his head. “I think the bastard would continue to track these girls down regardless.” He looked at Lauren with suspicion in his eyes. “Don’t you?”
    Lauren shrugged.