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Adam began reciting a strange poem as he smiled in the glow of the burning cigarette. Patrick didn’t see the first flash of metal until the last second. Then as life began to drain from his body, he could get out only one word. “Jesus.”
Alex Donovan could almost feel the air around her bristle with tense excitement as she took her seat in the Quantico conference room Monday morning, along with two other members of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. She still had trouble believing she was part of this elite squad. As coordinator for the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime while stationed in Kansas City, she’d been a liaison between local law enforcement agencies and the BAU. Her work with the violent crime squad had earned her respect from the agents she’d worked with in the BAU. Those connections opened a door she’d dreamt of stepping through ever since she was a teenager.
Her goal had always been the same—to get to this place—and she was finally here. It still felt surreal. And now she’d been asked to meet with the BAU unit chief.
She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that seemed to have turned into wasps, stinging her insides with apprehension mixed with anticipation. The door to the room opened, and the chief, Jefferson Cole, walked briskly into the room. Alex noticed the tight line of his jaw. Something was wrong. Something big.
The first time Alex met him, Jeff reminded her more of an accountant than an experienced FBI agent and talented analyst. He was tall and lanky with dark hair and black glasses, and sometimes she almost expected him to ask for a list of her deductible expenses for last year. But the comparison ended when he opened his mouth. Jeff was a man who knew who he was. He always gave his best, and he expected no less from those who served under him.
Even though she could tell the situation was serious, Alex couldn’t quell the feeling of exhilaration bubbling up inside her. She clasped her hands under the table and tried to appear like the calm professional agent she knew she was.
Jeff sat down at the table, then gestured toward the phone sitting on it. “I’m expecting a call from Kansas City. They’re asking for our help.”
Alex nodded, studying the other agents around the table. She’d noticed Supervisory Special Agent Logan Hart as soon as she joined the unit. It was hard not to. He was good-looking, with kind blue eyes and dark blond hair that always seemed to need a good combing. Alex thought it looked good that way, windswept and romantic. She’d spoken to him a few times and found that his easy smile and manner matched his personality. Some people in the unit called him “Preacher”because of his spiritual beliefs, but they said it with affection. Everyone seemed to like him.
Before she realized she was doing it, she reached up and touched her bangs. Speaking of windswept, November’s strong breezes could certainly mess with one’s hair. She kept her long dark mane in a ponytail when she was working, though, so the wind wasn’t really a huge problem. However, her bangs were another story. She hoped they looked all right. Now that she was thinking of them, she wanted to fluff them out. She fought the urge, but it was difficult to put her hands back in her lap.
She was being ridiculous. She wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. Being part of the BAU was everything to her. Her focus was on her career. Any kind of relationship would just get in the way.
Looking across the table, she caught Monty Wong staring at her. She liked him, but he made her a little nervous. He was attentive and serious, and he rarely smiled. He was nice enough but just a little tightly wound. She tightened her lips to hold back a smile when she realized she was describing herself.
“Logan and Monty, you’re here because you’re seasoned and your work has been exemplary,” Jeff said. He turned to Alex. “And you’re here, Alex, because you worked with us out of the Kansas City Field Office. The special agent in charge has high praise for you, and your work as our NCAVC coordinator was impressive.” He locked his gaze on hers. “Kansas City PD is asking for our help. I want you to coordinate with them and our Kansas City office. Having someone who already knows the KCPD and our agents in that area will be really helpful.”
Alex’s body tensed. Lead the team? She knew she was respected for her work with NCAVC, but she’d only been here six months. What did Logan and Monty think of this? She quickly glanced at them. Monty’s expression hadn’t changed. Logan looked a little surprised, but he covered it well. A few extra blinks, but she didn’t see any other physical actions that betrayed his true emotions.
“Yes, sir,” she said. She had no reason to say anything else. This wasn’t a voluntary assignment. When you were told to go, you went. And you did what you were told to do. Period.
Jeff started to say something else, but then the phone rang. He pressed the button for the speakerphone.
“We’re here, Stephen,” he said.
Stephen Barstow was a well-known figure in the Kansas City law enforcement community. A decorated detective, he’d earned Alex’s respect as they worked several cases together during her time in Kansas City.
“Good,” Stephen said. “I hear you’ve assigned Supervisory Special Agent Donovan to help us, is that right?”
“Yes. She’s sitting right here.”
“Hello, Alex.” The smoothness she remembered in his voice came through the phone.
“Hi, Stephen. Glad to be working with you again.”
“Same here.”
“I also have Supervisory Special Agents Logan Hart and Monty Wong with us.”
“Good to have you all on board. So as you know, Jeff, we have a problem. Four murders. Only a week or two between each one, and they all look random. Nothing about the victims is similar—as if our UNSUB is selecting whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Three men, one woman. Two Caucasian, one Black, and one Hispanic. Three of them younger, one in his seventies. All the bodies were discovered on trains and were stabbed multiple times.”
They could hear him take a deep breath before going on. “Unusual tags on the outside of the boxcars. Something like Bible verses, but we’ve searched several Bible apps to find them, and they’re not in any version we could locate. We’re not sure what the UNSUB is trying to tell us. He signed his work, but we have no idea what the initials TM mean. His name? Or something else?”
There was a slight pause. “I’m sending you some photos of the tags right now, along with everything else we’ve got, which isn’t much. We don’t have any real evidence. This guy is careful ... and smart. At this point, we’re not in charge. He is. Have your team look over this information before they get here, okay? I’ll expect them at the command post in the morning. We’re setting it up now. Does that work for you?”
“They’ll be there, Stephen. Talk to you soon.”
The call done, Jeff turned on his laptop and pulled up the information Barstow had just emailed. He sent the file to a large screen on the wall and began slowly clicking through the photos.
In mere seconds, Alex felt like all the blood in her body had frozen, as if time itself had come to a halt. Her mind couldn’t seem to process what she was seeing.
How could this be happening?
