“Months.”
Here was her way in.
“Well, then, lucky for you, it’ll take us about a day or two. I’ll have the full DNA information by tomorrow night, or the next day. That will give me ID—if they are in CODIS.”
He sat there.
“Is this going to be a rough one?” he asked. “I go there because the city council is riled up. You might have to have a conversation with them if it gets a lot of media. You tend to do that.”
She sipped her coffee, and measured her words carefully.
“I do that because I’m good. I catch the killers, or I dog them until I run them into the ground. What the media says, ordoes, is inconsequential to me. What I say and do is more my problem.”
He didn’t say anything.
That was the smartest thing he’d done so far.
“Anywho,” she said, taking her shot. “I’m going to run this, but I need a little help. Coming into this city, I need cops who are familiar with the town, the people in it, and the locations.”
He nodded, and picked up what she was saying.
“I can give you cops.”
She pointed.
“I want these two.”
When Frank looked over at them, he looked surprised, and then said one thing.
“Detectives, can I speak to the agent alone?”
Did he just downgrade her job from Deputy Director of the FBI to agent? Or had he misspoke?
Oh, this was going to be fun.
For her.
Not him.
The two cops got up, and headed out. They closed the door behind them, and the looks on their faces said one thing.
They were about to be removed from a really fun case.
When they were gone, Frank went there.
“I have more experienced cops you can use. Those two don’t really handle the big cases for a reason.”
She lifted a brow.
“Oh, why? They seemed very capable. They handled this with professionalism and brought a good deal to the table before I asked.”
The man scoffed.
“Well, they have the least time here as detectives. I have some male detectives that might…”
Ethan tensed.
Oh, she knew why.
