“Feeling pretty left out over here, aren’t we, partner?”
“Sad and lonely,” Reineke agreed.
“You’re clear?”
“Clear enough. You bag this fucker or the feds are going to want a piece. I say you bag him first.”
“I have a mighty list of luxury vehicles. I’m tossing you registrations in Connecticut and New Jersey. If registered to a company, locate the HQ and add that to the search.”
She stuffed her hands in her pockets. “We cross-check it all. McNab’s doing a search on potential residences, so add him into that. This fucker’s in there, he’s in all of this, and he’s going to show up. We’re going to bag him.
“Detective Yancy’s working with a witness on his face,” she added. “I’ve got another coming in who may help with that.”
She pulled out a hand, checked the time. Let herself curse mentally.
“We’ve got maybe nine hours before he will likely pick up his next victim. I want his ass in the box first. Hunt him down.”
She turned, saw Whitney, and realized she’d completely forgotten him. “Sir, I apologize.”
“For doing your job? Unnecessary. Nine hours, you said. How many before the kill?”
“Fourteen, sir, maybe less.”
“You’ve got twelve. You’re cleared for overtime.” He nodded at the bullpen. “Get it done,” he said, and walked out.
“Be prepared for a briefing this afternoon on a takedown op. You heard the commander. Get it done.”
He’d show up, she thought as she went back to her office. His ego would wrap him just as tight as she would.
She got more coffee, sat, then sent the data on the vehicles to Jenkinson and Reineke.
And eyed the pink box.
As Eve opened it, she heard someone coming again. Heels.
“What now?”
Reo walked in on those heels, ones of bold scarlet that conflicted with the all-business navy suit.
Eve supposed that was intentional.
“I’ve got your international warrants. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t pretty, but I got them.”
Maybe not necessary now, Eve thought (but didn’t say), and still handy. “I may need one for the Netherlands.”
Reo just sighed. “I’d hit you, but you’d hit back harder.”
“Yeah, I would.”
Reo narrowed her eyes. “That’s some brownie. Did I mention how much time and sweat getting those warrants took?”
Eve broke the brownie in half, offered one. “I’m going to need a search, seize, and arrest warrant, too.”
“You got him? I heard he hit again this morning. Court recessed early.”
“Not yet, but we will. Too many good, solid lines to tug not to. And I really have to get tugging.”
“Let me get coffee in a go-cup and I’m gone.”
