Kill For You by Lisa Regan

Author:Lisa Regan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Lisa Regan
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

October 19th

The conference room table was shiny enough to see your reflection and it was bigger than my living room. There were a couple of agents from VICAP and five detectives—the lead investigators from each police department involved. They would work with us in Quantico for a few days before returning to their departments. Remy Caldwell had taken Jory’s place on the task force, albeit reluctantly. I’d spoken to him earlier in the day. He still didn’t have the list of car owners nor had he located Jory’s wallet.

As I waited for the For You task force meeting to begin, I wanted to talk it over with Remy, but he wouldn’t look at me. He chatted up Isaac and kept his back toward me. It was almost two in the afternoon, and I still hadn’t slept. Judging from the circles beneath Isaac’s eyes, he hadn’t either.

TK came in and sat beside me. He placed a steaming cup of black coffee in front of me. “Thanks,” I said. I pretended to take a sip. I had stopped drinking coffee when I found out I was pregnant.

“It’s decaf, Bishop,” TK whispered. “But don’t tell your body. Placebo effect and all that. Worked for Diane when she was pregnant with the girls.” He gave me a wink and opened the small notebook he always carried with him. He tapped the cap of his pen against the blank page in front of him.

Talia sailed into the room, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present. The air of seriousness ratcheted up a notch. She had a grim, fixed expression, her brow a hard line. She took a seat on the other side of TK. She swiveled her chair in his direction and gave him the nod. He cleared his throat. He stood and moved to the large dry-erase board that covered nearly one whole wall of the conference room. We had posted the main points of our profile on one half of the board in list fashion, and TK had written the victims’ names in columns across the top of the board: Paul, Henderson, Sorenson, Wilkins, Bittler. The names were evenly spaced apart, leaving room to draw connections between the victims, should any arise.

All eyes were on TK. He pointed to the profile. “This is what we know. We’re looking for a Caucasian male. Based on the high level of sophistication we see in these crimes—the stalking, the lack of forced entry, the lack of physical evidence—we believe our UNSUB is over thirty-five.”

“Between the ages of thirty-five and forty-five,” I said, moving to stand beside TK.

TK continued, “He’ll be college educated. He is not someone who draws a great deal of attention to himself, but he is high-functioning in social situations. He has a job that requires a lot of traveling. He may be self-employed. He probably has a little bit of money socked away, but you won’t know it from his house or the car he drives. Again, this is not someone who is going to go out of his way to draw attention to himself.

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