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“I know. But I have to keep—”
“Yo, Director,” someone said in the moment that the door burst open and two men stepped in. Sara recognized them from the Braddock crime scene. Doyle and Tucker.
“Got a lead on Dragos’s location,” Doyle continued.
Sara hadn’t paid much attention to Doyle’s appearance last night. Now, she studied him, the asshole who’d poked around in her mind. He was a lanky man with a rugged face and the kind of broad shoulders that suggested tight muscles hidden beneath the ill-fitting clothes. He walked with the swagger of an old-time sheriff, and his eyes were cold and flat. Beside him stood his partner, looking well-dressed and snappy.
“I’m so sorry,” Martella said, her heels clicking on the tiles as she scurried to the door. “I couldn’t stop them.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second,” Leviathan said, with a sharp look at Doyle. “Don’t worry, Martella. It’s fine. Shut the door, would you?”
As soon as she did, Sara stood, marched to Doyle, and slapped his face. “Stay the fuck out of my head,” she hissed, as Tucker practically threw himself at his partner to keep him from lunging at Sara.
“Enough,” Leviathan ordered as Doyle yanked himself out of Tucker’s grasp, his eyes hard on Sara.
“I do my job, you do yours,” Doyle said. “My job is making sure your kind don’t know I’m doing my job.” He cut a glance toward Leviathan. “And what’s she doing here, anyway?”
“She’s prosecuting the Braddock case.”
Doyle’s face went pale. “That’s not funny.”
“It wasn’t meant to be. She’s our newest prosecutor, and I expect you to play nice.”
Doyle shifted to look at her, his eyes so sharp they could have cut glass. “Not worth the effort. Haven’t had a human prosecutor since Crawford. And he’s, what? Growing wheat in Tulsa now? No way can she handle it.”
She took a step toward him. “I assure you I can handle it.”
“You are so fucking green, sweetheart. And human.”
“So is your partner,” Leviathan pointed out.
“Tucker’s different,” Doyle said, and Sara heard genuine affection in his voice. “And he’s solid.”
“Gotta love the praise,” Tucker said.
Sara took a step closer to Doyle. “I’m solid, too.”
“Guess we’ll find out.” He shifted his attention to Leviathan. “We need to act fast. He’s still in town. Can I toss this presentation to your wall screen?”
At Leviathan’s nod, the plain wall behind Leviathan turned into a screen with the PEC logo. As soon as it appeared, the logo faded, leaving an image of a map. A grid of streets, a large green space, and many office buildings.
“This is the Hollywood Forever cemetery,” Doyle said, drawing on his table so that the greenspace on the wall was circled. We figure he’s going to bolt from his location, so we’ve got a team in place right now using sonar to find his tunnels. We’ll have teams at all exit points.”
He circled one of the buildings next. “This is where he’s holed up. Plans show two basements. Place was built in the thirties, and he was the first owner, and we figure he spent time constructing tunnels to the crypts, especially the ones he owns in various names.”
“Oh.” Right then, that was all she could manage.
He turned his attentions back to Leviathan. “Got a team drilling down on all that. Looking for plans. Any signs of additional construction, hidden exit points, sewer access, that kind of thing.”
“Excellent,” Leviathan said. “And you’re certain of the location?”
“Dead on.” The screen changed again, this time to show a photograph of the silver signet ring found at the crime scene. Sara hadn’t gotten a good look at it, and now she frowned. It had a dragon with a ruby eye, the creature consuming its own tail.
She felt the cold sweat break out under her arms.She knew that ring.She’d seen it last night at the bar. It had been on Luke’s finger.
“Who—” she began, then swallowed the question. Doyle had answered it with a photograph. And there, splashed across half of Leviathan’s wall, was the man whose hands had brought her skin to life. Whose tongue had laved her. Whose cock had filled her. Whose urgent thrusts had left her moaning and begging for more.
The man who’d left a bundle of tulips on her doorstep. Who’d filled her thoughts and eased her dreams.
