tapped on the doorframe. “Feds are here.”
It was lucky the guy looked behind him at that moment or he would have seen the frown that creased Kade’s forehead. As he had stated more than once since they’d received notice that the Bureau was sending an agent, with the Texas Rangers on the case, there was no need for Feds.
But since this case looked to be connected to a serial killer known as the Carver, the FBI was going to want to mark the territory as their own. As much as no one wanted to admit it, in times like these, despite the common goal, various organizations still went through pissing contests to see who was top dog.
Kade turned away from the computer screen and stood. A short woman with dark hair pulled back from her face in a long braid entered the room. She was dressed in faded, low-slung jeans, a tight black t-shirt with words in white printed across her breasts that read “Yet despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.” Obviously old motorcycle boots, and an equally worn short leather jacket completed her outfit. Surely, this wasn’t the federal agent?
“Can I help you?” Kade figured she had to have wandered into the wrong place.
“I’m looking for Officer Lawson.”
“You’ve found him. How can I help you, Miss…?”
“Agent Whitehorse. Cia Whitehorse.” She pulled her identification from her jacket.
He gave the identification a look as he rose. “Nice to meet you, Agent Whitehorse.” He came around the desk and extended his hand.
“Cia.” Her grip was firm and her gaze steady as she took his hand. Kade held on a moment longer than necessary, his eyes locked to hers. There was a lot you could figure out about a person by their eyes.
Like this one. Her gaze never wavered, her eyes never blinked. It was the stare of a predator as well as that of a person in hiding. There was defiance in her eyes, which probably explained the unconventional dress. Either she was out to make her mark by being one tough bitch, and daring the world to stand against her, or she was someone running from herself and using her job as a place to hide from her own demons.
He wasn’t sure which, but either way, when he added those observations to the sexual energy pouring off her, she spelled one thing. Trouble.
“You gonna let go and get down to it, or ask me to go steady?” The look in her eyes changed with the question. It was a clear message that he was crossing a line, but one delivered in a slightly offhand sexual manner.
He smiled and released her hand, watching the slow smile on her face. Funny, but it never reached her eyes. Another clue. This was definitely a woman with secrets. Damn bad thing for him because he was a total sucker for mysteries.
However right now, there were more important matters on the table. “We’ve got you set up over there.” He gestured to the desk adjacent to the one he’d been assigned. “Everything on the case has been loaded onto the computer. I’ll get you set up and after you’ve had time to—”
“I’ve already been over all of it on the way here. I’d like to see the scene and the body.”
“Where first?”
“The scene.”
He gestured toward the door. “After you.”
She pivoted and led the way. Kade followed, trying not to notice the enticing sway of her ass in her jeans. Of all the luck. He got assigned lead in one of the biggest cases of his career and was saddled to temptation in denim.
Well, he’d just have to resist temptation. How hard could it be? It wasn’t as if she was likely to jump his bones. Although, that thought did bring a few lascivious thoughts to mind that were likely to return in detail when he was alone in bed tonight.
Chapter Three
Cia was angry and tired by the time she and Kade left the medical examiner’s office three days later. The final report was as bad as she had expected. The sick bastard they were hunting deserved far worse than the lethal injection that Kade advocated. The latest victim,
It was lucky the guy looked behind him at that moment or he would have seen the frown that creased Kade’s forehead. As he had stated more than once since they’d received notice that the Bureau was sending an agent, with the Texas Rangers on the case, there was no need for Feds.
But since this case looked to be connected to a serial killer known as the Carver, the FBI was going to want to mark the territory as their own. As much as no one wanted to admit it, in times like these, despite the common goal, various organizations still went through pissing contests to see who was top dog.
Kade turned away from the computer screen and stood. A short woman with dark hair pulled back from her face in a long braid entered the room. She was dressed in faded, low-slung jeans, a tight black t-shirt with words in white printed across her breasts that read “Yet despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.” Obviously old motorcycle boots, and an equally worn short leather jacket completed her outfit. Surely, this wasn’t the federal agent?
“Can I help you?” Kade figured she had to have wandered into the wrong place.
“I’m looking for Officer Lawson.”
“You’ve found him. How can I help you, Miss…?”
“Agent Whitehorse. Cia Whitehorse.” She pulled her identification from her jacket.
He gave the identification a look as he rose. “Nice to meet you, Agent Whitehorse.” He came around the desk and extended his hand.
“Cia.” Her grip was firm and her gaze steady as she took his hand. Kade held on a moment longer than necessary, his eyes locked to hers. There was a lot you could figure out about a person by their eyes.
Like this one. Her gaze never wavered, her eyes never blinked. It was the stare of a predator as well as that of a person in hiding. There was defiance in her eyes, which probably explained the unconventional dress. Either she was out to make her mark by being one tough bitch, and daring the world to stand against her, or she was someone running from herself and using her job as a place to hide from her own demons.
He wasn’t sure which, but either way, when he added those observations to the sexual energy pouring off her, she spelled one thing. Trouble.
“You gonna let go and get down to it, or ask me to go steady?” The look in her eyes changed with the question. It was a clear message that he was crossing a line, but one delivered in a slightly offhand sexual manner.
He smiled and released her hand, watching the slow smile on her face. Funny, but it never reached her eyes. Another clue. This was definitely a woman with secrets. Damn bad thing for him because he was a total sucker for mysteries.
However right now, there were more important matters on the table. “We’ve got you set up over there.” He gestured to the desk adjacent to the one he’d been assigned. “Everything on the case has been loaded onto the computer. I’ll get you set up and after you’ve had time to—”
“I’ve already been over all of it on the way here. I’d like to see the scene and the body.”
“Where first?”
“The scene.”
He gestured toward the door. “After you.”
She pivoted and led the way. Kade followed, trying not to notice the enticing sway of her ass in her jeans. Of all the luck. He got assigned lead in one of the biggest cases of his career and was saddled to temptation in denim.
Well, he’d just have to resist temptation. How hard could it be? It wasn’t as if she was likely to jump his bones. Although, that thought did bring a few lascivious thoughts to mind that were likely to return in detail when he was alone in bed tonight.
Chapter Three
Cia was angry and tired by the time she and Kade left the medical examiner’s office three days later. The final report was as bad as she had expected. The sick bastard they were hunting deserved far worse than the lethal injection that Kade advocated. The latest victim,
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