Page 16 of Coordinates of Death

Aurora shifted her position as if that would ease the awkwardness filling the room.

“I have one question,” Kordell said. “I read more about the Shadow Box Killer last night to get up to speed. News reports stated that he—or she—normally kidnapped his next victim before he’d killed his last one. Is that true?”

Good, Kord. Way to read the room and change the subject.

“Yes, which means SBK already has his next target.” Aurora tapped on her tablet and scrolled through their station’s current files. “I don’t see any reports of a missing woman.”

“Maybe he’s changed his MO,” Hill replied.

“Speaking of that, sir,” Kordell said as he retrieved a card from his pocket and held it out, “would you be able to authorize our team to see your files? I’d like my brother, Dawson, to look at them. He’s a superb criminologist, and we could use his opinion. This is our team’s email address.”

Wheeler bolted to his feet. “That’s unorthodox, and I don’t like it. We already had a profile.”

“I get that, sir. But another set of eyes can help.”

“I agree, Kordell.” Hill raised his hand. “Tim, this unit comes highly recommended, even by the prime minister himself.” He took the card, tapping it on his opposite hand. “I’ll approve it and get it done right away.”

Aurora checked her watch timer. “We have to get going.”

The staff sergeant passed his key fob to her. “Take my unmarked Tahoe. We don’t want to draw attention to you. I will alert the Alaska State Troopers office. They need to be made aware that there’s a possible serial killer in their area.” He snapped his fingers. “There’s a quaint ski lodge on Elimac Mountain. I like to ski there, so they know me. I’ll arrange for rooms and email you details.”

“That’s not in our budget,” Wheeler said. “Or will your buddy Driscoll foot this bill too?”

Aurora didn’t miss the sarcasm in Wheeler’s tone. Dale often helped fund various events, including adding to the police department’s budget.

Kordell folded his arms across his chest. “No need. I’m sure my father will cover the cost.”

Hill sent Wheeler a look of disgust but didn’t comment on his interruption. “Aurora, get Henry to give you sat phones and other enhanced technology for the trip. I know you’ll be in the mountains and the reception won’t be good.”

Aurora tucked the fob into her bag. “Thank you, sir. We’ll do that and get on the road. Stat.”

“Good. Keep us updated. Oh, I’ll also inform border patrol you’ll be crossing at Beaver Creek and that you’re armed.” Hill placed his hand on the doorknob but turned. “Remember. This stays between us. I will find out if we have a mole.”

“Yes, sir.” Aurora trusted the man’s word. He was known for running a tight ship.

“Dismissed.” Hill walked into the hall.

“Hunt, I’m watching you.” Wheeler’s hushed warning conveyed his feelings toward Aurora. “Remember, our mighty leader won’t always be here to stand up for you and your odd way of policing.”

Aurora scrutinized the man’s expression.

Stoic.

His penetrating glare sent venomous thunderbolts her way.

Sergeant Tim Wheeler didn’t like Aurora Hunt and hated the fact that the staff sergeant had vetoed his opinions on the plan.

She had to tread carefully, but a question arose. Could she trust him? “I will catch SBK this time, sir.” She snatched her bag. “That’s a promise.”

“Don’t promise what you can’t deliver.” He flicked his fingers at them in a dismissive wave.

She steeled her jaw and darted out the door, determination cementing in place. She would prove her abilities to him, Dirk, and the entire station.

“What was that all about?” Kordell whispered in her ear.

“He doesn’t believe I can do the job.” She gestured to the right. “Henry’s tech cave is this way. We need to get moving.”

“Right. The clock is ticking.” Kordell leaned in. “What’s a tech cave?”