time's different, like somebody got to you, good. Gotta be a broad.” He lowered his voice and looked to both sides. “So, she give head?”
Jensen stood and wadded his wrapper, lobbing it into Putnam's face. “Fuck you.”
He turned and strode toward the parking lot, shaking his head as Putnam burst into laughter.
“Bull's-eye.” He rose from the table, wiping his eyes and followed Jensen back to their car. “You gonna tell me who? Or do I have to bug your sorry ass until you do?” He opened the passenger door but didn't get in, watching Jensen across the roof of the car.
“I'll bet I know. Is it that new chick in the Chief's office? The redhead? Man, she's hot, hot, hot.”
Jensen got in and turned the key. The engine purred to life.
“Y'know, Putz, just because you're married and not getting any doesn't mean you can live vicariously through us single guys. Besides, you told me Dana only went down if you got a boner. Oh, yeah.” Jensen snapped his fingers. “You haven't gotten one of those in a looong time, have you? Dude, sorry.”
Putnam snorted and got in. “Yeah, I'm a deprived man. You gotta tell me about your sex life so I know shit like that still exists.”
As they drove out of the lot, Jensen's cell phone buzzed, indicating a text message.
“Can you check that?” Jensen said. He slid the phone from its holder and handed it to Putnam.
“Cargill out of Hollywood Unit wants a call.” Putnam checked the number and dialed.
“Putnam here. You called?” He listened for a moment. “Yeah, be there in a few minutes.” He disconnected and handed the phone back. “They've got an attempted kidnap victim. Says two women grabbed her and dumped her in the trunk of their car, talking like she was gonna be some guy's dinner. The vic escaped and called us. The patrol unit put out a description of the suspects and vehicle.”
“And this concerns us, how?”
“The vic's a former contestant on Serial Date. Patrol guy thought she might have some helpful info for our case.”
“Worth talking to her.”
“She's with their guy who does the bureau's composites. By the time we get there, he should be done with her.”
Chapter 16
Leine sat on the chair, still as stone, the phone resting in her hand. She took a deep breath and glanced around her living room. How was it that things could seem so normal when her entire world had shifted?
He's got April. I need to find her before he kills her. Leine was certain he would. She'd more than likely seen his face. Calling Jensen was out of the question. The killer had calmly told her he would skin April alive if she attempted to bring in outside help. He also warned her he knew the places she went and to whom she spoke. Leine assumed he'd either attached something to her car and was tracking her, or he'd somehow installed listening and tracking software on her phone without her knowledge. The possibility seemed remote. She was hyper-vigilant about password protection and encryption on everything she owned and rarely let her phone out of her sight. Still, it was something to keep in mind. She could easily pick up a disposable.
A more probable explanation could be he'd somehow gotten a hold of something she kept with her every day: her purse, maybe? What else did she have with her all the time? Her watch?
Leine studied the multi-function time piece on her wrist. A gift from Carlos, the waterproof chronometer incorporated an altimeter, compass, thermometer, barometer and clinometer. She only removed it when she took a shower. He would need to have been in my house to gain access. The idea chilled her. She made a mental note to pick up a bug detector and do a sweep of her house and car.
He was familiar with people on the set of Serial Date other than the contestants, which meant he'd either been on set at some point, knew someone who worked there, or was a previous or current employee of
Jensen stood and wadded his wrapper, lobbing it into Putnam's face. “Fuck you.”
He turned and strode toward the parking lot, shaking his head as Putnam burst into laughter.
“Bull's-eye.” He rose from the table, wiping his eyes and followed Jensen back to their car. “You gonna tell me who? Or do I have to bug your sorry ass until you do?” He opened the passenger door but didn't get in, watching Jensen across the roof of the car.
“I'll bet I know. Is it that new chick in the Chief's office? The redhead? Man, she's hot, hot, hot.”
Jensen got in and turned the key. The engine purred to life.
“Y'know, Putz, just because you're married and not getting any doesn't mean you can live vicariously through us single guys. Besides, you told me Dana only went down if you got a boner. Oh, yeah.” Jensen snapped his fingers. “You haven't gotten one of those in a looong time, have you? Dude, sorry.”
Putnam snorted and got in. “Yeah, I'm a deprived man. You gotta tell me about your sex life so I know shit like that still exists.”
As they drove out of the lot, Jensen's cell phone buzzed, indicating a text message.
“Can you check that?” Jensen said. He slid the phone from its holder and handed it to Putnam.
“Cargill out of Hollywood Unit wants a call.” Putnam checked the number and dialed.
“Putnam here. You called?” He listened for a moment. “Yeah, be there in a few minutes.” He disconnected and handed the phone back. “They've got an attempted kidnap victim. Says two women grabbed her and dumped her in the trunk of their car, talking like she was gonna be some guy's dinner. The vic escaped and called us. The patrol unit put out a description of the suspects and vehicle.”
“And this concerns us, how?”
“The vic's a former contestant on Serial Date. Patrol guy thought she might have some helpful info for our case.”
“Worth talking to her.”
“She's with their guy who does the bureau's composites. By the time we get there, he should be done with her.”
Chapter 16
Leine sat on the chair, still as stone, the phone resting in her hand. She took a deep breath and glanced around her living room. How was it that things could seem so normal when her entire world had shifted?
He's got April. I need to find her before he kills her. Leine was certain he would. She'd more than likely seen his face. Calling Jensen was out of the question. The killer had calmly told her he would skin April alive if she attempted to bring in outside help. He also warned her he knew the places she went and to whom she spoke. Leine assumed he'd either attached something to her car and was tracking her, or he'd somehow installed listening and tracking software on her phone without her knowledge. The possibility seemed remote. She was hyper-vigilant about password protection and encryption on everything she owned and rarely let her phone out of her sight. Still, it was something to keep in mind. She could easily pick up a disposable.
A more probable explanation could be he'd somehow gotten a hold of something she kept with her every day: her purse, maybe? What else did she have with her all the time? Her watch?
Leine studied the multi-function time piece on her wrist. A gift from Carlos, the waterproof chronometer incorporated an altimeter, compass, thermometer, barometer and clinometer. She only removed it when she took a shower. He would need to have been in my house to gain access. The idea chilled her. She made a mental note to pick up a bug detector and do a sweep of her house and car.
He was familiar with people on the set of Serial Date other than the contestants, which meant he'd either been on set at some point, knew someone who worked there, or was a previous or current employee of
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