Borderline by T. A. Chase

Author:T. A. Chase
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC

Chapter Seven

Tanner frowned as he picked up an envelope placed on his desk. It was addressed to Agent Wallace, but the handwriting didn't look familiar. Since all mail was x-rayed and checked before being delivered, he decided to open it. He slit the flap and removed the folded paper. He opened it and began to silently read.

Agent Wallace,

I'm a little put out by the ridiculous nickname the media has given me. You would think they could come up with something more creative. I want to wish you good luck in trying to catch me. Maybe we'll meet soon.

The Knife.

Holy fuck! Tanner dropped it on his desk and grabbed his phone. He called the crime scene techs to come and take the note to the lab. They'd have to check it for fingerprints and all that. After talking to them, he informed Sam, who joined him in his office.

"That sounds like a threat to me,” Sam commented.

Tanner nodded. “But it doesn't make sense. He kills women. Why choose to threaten me unless he's trying to upset me?"

"It's possible.” Sam stepped back when the tech arrived. “We need a copy of the note ASAP."

"Certainly, sir.” The tech nodded and left.

"As soon as I get a copy, I'll take it over to Guzman. He'll want to study it himself.” Tanner cleared his throat. “We think we found the connection between the victims."

Sam's eyes lit up. “Really? What is it?"

"They all work out at gyms. I believe he goes and picks out his victims there.” Tanner rested his hands on his hips.

Sam sat, crossed his legs, and grunted. “You could be right about that."

They discussed several different angles to the case while they waited for the copy of the letter. Finally Tanner's laptop dinged, and he checked his e-mail. The tech had scanned the note and sent him a copy. He printed it out and grabbed his keys.

"I'm going over to talk to Mac and Billingsley. I'll call you if I find anything."

Sam waved him out.

Mac groaned silently as he walked into the bull pen and spied Sorensterm sitting at his desk. Great. His morning had started so well. He didn't need Sorensterm's bullshit.

"Where were you last night, Guzman?” Sorensterm raised an eyebrow in Mac's direction.

"I worked on the case. Why? Were you checking up on me?” He stopped a few feet short of Sorensterm.

Sorensterm shrugged. “I thought we could kick around some ideas. See if we could come up with a connection between the victims. Guess you don't need my help, huh? Not when you've got that faggot Fed to suck your cock. Makes working late easier."

Mac gritted his teeth but kept his hands clenched at his sides. He couldn't hit Sorensterm, no matter if the man deserved it or not. He was already walking a thin line with Billingsley. Punching a fellow ranger would get his ass suspended.

"Don't know what you're talking about. I was going over the credit card statements of the victims."

He pushed past Sorensterm, trying not to touch him.

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