“This is Agent Morgan,” I speak even though I’m pretty sure I know whose voice I’m about to hear, and my heart beats in excitement.
“Agent Morgan, this is Detective Maguire, why are you at my crime scene?”
“Doing my job, Detective, but you would have known that had you not been rude.”
“I don’t want you going on the train until I get there,” he says bossily.
“I’m sorry, but you’re too late for that order, Detective. Agent Robertson and I have already done our investigation of the scene. You should really make sure your officers stay at their post if you didn’t want anyone coming into the scene without you,” I tell him pleasantly, but inside I’m smirking, as I continue, “We’ve already finished our preliminary evaluation, but I would like to know where we can get the toxicology reports since those seem to be missing from the files you sent us.”
“I’ll call Max and see if he has them ready to send over,” he tells me gruffly.
“Perfect, we will come by the station in the morning and pick up our copies,” I tell him before handing the phone back to the officer, who looks pale right now.
“Let’s go,” I tell Heath, and we make our way off the train and back onto the platform. I can hear the officer telling the Detective how he only ran to the bathroom and was gone not even five minutes.
I know he was gone longer than that, since we were in the car for ten, but no need to dime him out completely.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Heath asks.
“What?” I look up at him, feigning innocence.
“Letting that Detective know he’s not needed,” Heath says with a chuckle, and I can only shrug my shoulders.
I will never admit how much I enjoyed it, or how the sound of his voice gave me goosebumps all over.
“Let’s go eat,” I say out loud instead.
Heath chuckles as we walk from the platform back up to the station and out the door.
Chapter Six
UNKNOWN
I watch as the young officer walks away, probably going to find a bathroom. I need to get back on that train. I think I dropped the cap to my needle as it wasn’t in my bag with the needle.
Before I can walk to the car, I see two people in suits walking down the stairs, a female and a male. I briefly see the badge glisten off the male’s waistband as his coat moves, and I know they are law enforcement.
Standing here in the shadows on the platform, I know they can’t see me, and I watch as they go under the tape and climb into the car. Wanting to get closer so I can hear what they are saying, I quickly sneak into the car that is to my right. As quickly and as quietly, so as not to alert anyone to my presence, I make my way through the cars until I’m standing right outside the car they are in.
I listen to how they are trying to decide if the murders were committed by one or two people. Do they really believe it would be so hard for one person to commit the murders? I think to myself.
The female says something about a toxicology report before the uniformed officer shows up. I watch as both the female and male jump at his screech to freeze. I won’t lie, I also jumped as I was invested in what they were saying that I completely forgot about him.
As they talk to him, I silently move back away from the car door. When I look down, I see the cap I was looking for and pick it up, taking the same route out that I took in, I get back to the platform to hide in the shadow again.
I watch as the male and female exit the train without the officer. The female says, “Let’s go eat,” while the male chuckles.
I watch them walk up the steps, back to the station, and then see the young officer come out of the car looking flustered. Poor guy probably had his ass handed to him.
I sigh deeply, knowing I found what I came for. Thank goodness the cops here are inept to do their job properly. They only focus on the scene, not the surrounding area. I slide against the wall, keeping to the shadows, and make my way to the bus terminal that is down the other way.
I need to get back and feed my guest. I don’t know how long I will be able to keep her since I know her grandfather has elicited help from the local PD and New York’s PD to try to find her. Her face has been all over the local news as missing.
The question is, what to do with her?
Chapter Seven
SHANE
I end the call with Officer Buckley, dropping my cell phone down on the desk and rubbing my face with my hands. I’m furious that the FBI Agents went to my crime scene without me, but I’m more furious that Agent Morgan again put me in my place.
When the agents left the precinct, Nora looked at me and said, “What the hell was that all about?”
“I don’t like the fact that they came in here not prepared and expected us to tell them everything, when all they had to do was read it in the file,” I tell her, still pissed off.
“As the male agent said, he did read the files while they were driving, and she wanted to hear it from our point of view, I see nothing wrong with that. We ask families to tell us about victims in their words all the time,” Nora says.
“You think I was wrong?” I ask her.
“Absolutely. You growled at her, I have never heard you do that to anyone before,” she tells me.
She’s got a point, I have never done anything like that, ever.
“Why would you bring up her looks? That was very degrading, you would never have tolerated anyone saying something like that to me,” she says as she looks at me with disgust.
