Page 96 of Protecting Peyton


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Lucas sighed. “Tell her anytime is good.”

I’d have to get Jordy or Duke to fill me in on the connection between our boss and the senator and Maggie, who I supposed was his wife.

“You called,” the senator finally noted. “What can I do for you?”

Lucas leaned closer to the phone. “Tom, I’ve got an urgent problem affecting the citizens of your state.”

Ah, so this had to be United States Senator Tom “T-Rex” Tigard of Massachusetts.

The man’s voice lost all frivolity. “I’m listening.”

“I’ve got information that could result in the capture of a serial killer stalking your citizens, and currently believed to be here in our state, but a Sergeant O’Connor with the Boston PD homicide unit doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“No shit? A serial killer?”

“Affirmative.”

“Well, let me see if I can get him to show you more respect. Anything else?”

“No. That’s it. Appreciate it, Tom.”

“Always good to hear from ya, Lucas. Sine Pari.”

“Sine Pari,” Lucas echoed and then hung up.

Peyton shot me a quizzical look.

“Latin forwithout equal,” I explained. “The Delta Force motto.”

She nodded.

Lucas checked his watch. “It shouldn’t be long.”

It took three minutes for his phone to ring.

“Lucas Hawk,” he answered.

“Who the fuck do you think you are trying to pull rank on me by calling my fucking chief? I told you I don’t want any private-dick help.”

Lucas’s words were slow and measured. “Do you want to catch the Boyfriend Strangler or not?”

O’Connor stumbled over his response. “What the— You have… I mean, what do you have for me?”

“Like I said, my name is Lucas Hawk with Hawk Security in Los Angeles. Your Strangler is currently here in our fair city.”

“I doubt that. He only operates around Boston.”

I already didn’t like the way this guy jumped to conclusions.

“He may only operate in your city, but he’s currently hunting a witness here.”

Peyton looked nervous, so I patted her leg and gave her a smile.

“What makes you think it’s my guy?”

“Because the witness, who can identify him from the Cassandra Moulton murder, saw him today.”

A huff came across the line. “I wish we had a witness, Mr. Hawk, but we don’t.”