first case with him.
She jumped up in an overeager manner and stuck her hand out to shake his in introduction. “Rene Murphy, sir. My name’s Rene Murphy.”
“Yeah, I got that the first time, Agent Murphy. We don’t use first names here. Well, let me rephrase that… I don’t permit agents who work for me to use first names. You’d do well to refer to me as Agent Turner at all times and just so we’re clear, you work for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, almost too quickly as she ran behind him out the door.
“And another thing,” he began, not waiting to see if she was listening, “I do the driving.”
He never heard her respond because he was already five steps ahead, uncaring if she followed, and still resenting the fact that he had the newbie on his heels. In fact, he didn’t even bother to fill her in on the case they were headed out to investigate. Why waste time training her if he wasn’t going to keep her anyway?
“Where are we headed?” she asked as they jumped in the car.
“You’ll see…” was the only answer he gave her. Agent Turner was doing everything he could to make it evident he didn’t want her, he wasn’t going to keep her, and he didn’t give a shit if she knew it. In fact, he was going out of his way to let her know that she wasn’t welcome.
Chapter Two
It didn’t take a rocket scientist for Rene to get the message that this guy didn’t want her as a partner but she knew the worst thing she could do was acknowledge it. It was a hard enough job being a profiler, much less a female one. Anything construed as whining would get her kicked out of the boys’ club… and quick.
She’d made it through the hazing during training and she could damn sure hold her own as the new kid on the block. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than a boss who didn’t want her on board to make her walk away from her dream of being a top profiler. She didn’t just want to work for the FBI. She wanted to be one of the top profilers in the nation and dreams like that only came true with guts and determination. She had both—an abundance of both.
She listened as her partner reluctantly filled her in on the case they would be working.
“We’ve got a string of cases where abused women are being killed. Now, I’ve already looked into the individual husbands and this isn’t a bunch of abusive spouses going too far. This is one guy. I’m tossing around the idea of an abused kid who grew up and never quit carrying the scars. You know, like he blames the women for not leaving and he’s making them pay.”
“Well, it could also be someone who has access to a hotline or something, someone who is angry that the women aren’t taking his advice to get the help they’re being offered.”
“It could be. It could also be a first response worker.”
“Maybe it’s someone who’s in a chat room or perhaps a support group. Whoever is doing this has access to the victims’ personal information. There are very few places a victim feels free to open up about being abused because there is so much shame associated it,” she answered. She was already feeling the adrenalin pump she always got when she tossed ideas back and forth about a case.
“Well, I’m hoping this body we’re going to view will give us an idea.”
They pulled up into an alley behind the library. “This is an odd place to dump a body, Agent Turner. Behind a library?”
“Yeah, I have to agree with you. It is.”
They flashed their badges, moving their jackets back simultaneously, and revealed their credentials to the officer guarding the mouth of the alley.
“Aww heck, Agent, you ain’t got to show me your badge. I was on call at the last case you worked.” The young man standing before them clearly gave away his hillbilly roots with his thick accent.
“You know me, officer, I’m always business. It’s too damn easy for a case to go sideways on a technicality nowadays.”
“Who’s your partner,”
She jumped up in an overeager manner and stuck her hand out to shake his in introduction. “Rene Murphy, sir. My name’s Rene Murphy.”
“Yeah, I got that the first time, Agent Murphy. We don’t use first names here. Well, let me rephrase that… I don’t permit agents who work for me to use first names. You’d do well to refer to me as Agent Turner at all times and just so we’re clear, you work for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, almost too quickly as she ran behind him out the door.
“And another thing,” he began, not waiting to see if she was listening, “I do the driving.”
He never heard her respond because he was already five steps ahead, uncaring if she followed, and still resenting the fact that he had the newbie on his heels. In fact, he didn’t even bother to fill her in on the case they were headed out to investigate. Why waste time training her if he wasn’t going to keep her anyway?
“Where are we headed?” she asked as they jumped in the car.
“You’ll see…” was the only answer he gave her. Agent Turner was doing everything he could to make it evident he didn’t want her, he wasn’t going to keep her, and he didn’t give a shit if she knew it. In fact, he was going out of his way to let her know that she wasn’t welcome.
Chapter Two
It didn’t take a rocket scientist for Rene to get the message that this guy didn’t want her as a partner but she knew the worst thing she could do was acknowledge it. It was a hard enough job being a profiler, much less a female one. Anything construed as whining would get her kicked out of the boys’ club… and quick.
She’d made it through the hazing during training and she could damn sure hold her own as the new kid on the block. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than a boss who didn’t want her on board to make her walk away from her dream of being a top profiler. She didn’t just want to work for the FBI. She wanted to be one of the top profilers in the nation and dreams like that only came true with guts and determination. She had both—an abundance of both.
She listened as her partner reluctantly filled her in on the case they would be working.
“We’ve got a string of cases where abused women are being killed. Now, I’ve already looked into the individual husbands and this isn’t a bunch of abusive spouses going too far. This is one guy. I’m tossing around the idea of an abused kid who grew up and never quit carrying the scars. You know, like he blames the women for not leaving and he’s making them pay.”
“Well, it could also be someone who has access to a hotline or something, someone who is angry that the women aren’t taking his advice to get the help they’re being offered.”
“It could be. It could also be a first response worker.”
“Maybe it’s someone who’s in a chat room or perhaps a support group. Whoever is doing this has access to the victims’ personal information. There are very few places a victim feels free to open up about being abused because there is so much shame associated it,” she answered. She was already feeling the adrenalin pump she always got when she tossed ideas back and forth about a case.
“Well, I’m hoping this body we’re going to view will give us an idea.”
They pulled up into an alley behind the library. “This is an odd place to dump a body, Agent Turner. Behind a library?”
“Yeah, I have to agree with you. It is.”
They flashed their badges, moving their jackets back simultaneously, and revealed their credentials to the officer guarding the mouth of the alley.
“Aww heck, Agent, you ain’t got to show me your badge. I was on call at the last case you worked.” The young man standing before them clearly gave away his hillbilly roots with his thick accent.
“You know me, officer, I’m always business. It’s too damn easy for a case to go sideways on a technicality nowadays.”
“Who’s your partner,”
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