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“Why?”
“I have to go, Ms. Hunt. But I wish you all the best. Take care of yourself.”
Before she could reply, he had hung up. She was pondering whether to call him back when she saw Garland Moses walk into the bullpen and make his way to the stairs leading to his tiny second-floor office. As usual, the legendary profiler projected the image of a rumpled, absent-minded professor, with his gray hair a mess, his glasses in danger of sliding off his nose, and his sport jacket dwarfing his wizened frame. She stood up and chased after him.
“Hey, Garland,” she said, reaching him at the bottom of the stairs and walking up with him. “You’ll never guess who I ran into yesterday.”
“You shouldn’t challenge me like that, Ms. Hunt,” he replied, winking. “I guess stuff for a living, you know.”
“Okay, then have at it,” she teased.
“I’m going to say Dr. Janice Lemmon,” he mused casually.
“How could you possibly know that?”
“That’s easy. You know I know her and seemed delighted by that information when you found that out. Also, your current gossipy, schoolgirl tone suggests that whoever it is has what you believe to be some sort of personal connection to me. That limits the options pretty dramatically. Therefore, Dr. Lemmon.”
“That’s pretty impressive,” she admitted.
“Also, she called me and warned me you were fishing for info,” he said with a wink in his voice.
“I see,” Jessie said, giddy at the thought. “Do the two of you chat on the phone often?”
“I feel like I’ve been transported into a Jane Austen novel and you’re the scheming protagonist. Please tell me that you didn’t accost me merely to hone your matchmaking skills, Ms. Hunt.”
“That’s not the only reason, Garland. I do have a favor to ask.”
“What’s that?” he said, as they reached the top of the stairs.
“I was hoping to introduce you to my half-sister, Hannah.”
“Ah yes, the girl you saved from the serial killer.”
“The girl you helped me save,” Jessie corrected. “If not for your suggestion, I never would have found her.”
“How is she?” he asked, brushing off the compliment.
“I was hoping you could tell me. I thought we could manufacture some sort of casual encounter and you could judge for yourself.”
Garland looked at her disapprovingly as they approached his office door.
“So you want to introduce me to her under false pretenses so I can profile her because you’re worried she might be a little serial killer-ish?”
“I wouldn’t put it quite that way,” Jessie protested. But…yes.”
“I’m not totally comfortable with that,” he told her as he opened the door. “I don’t think it’s fair to the girl and I worry that it might further erode the trust the two of you already sorely lack.”
“How do you know tha…”
“However, I have to admit I’m curious to meet this girl. She sounds like a real pistol. I’d be willing to do that. To go through what she’s suffered and still be even moderately functional? It’s quite incredible. I can’t guarantee anything beyond a chat. If you’ll accept those terms, I’ll agree to it.”
“I’ll take what I can get,” Jessie said.
“Very well then. We can talk later to set something up,” he said, then slammed the door in her face.
Under normal circumstances, Jessie would have been offended. But she decided to take the win. Garland had agreed to meet with Hannah. And once he did, Jessie was sure that he would be able to help. Even subconsciously, he’d end up profiling her. It was in his blood, just like it was in hers.
It was what they did.
