“Yeah.”
“Liar,” Gina said.
Jane gave a weak chuckle. “Okay, you caught me. My cheek hurts. I’m really tired of kissing the pavement.”
“Maybe time to get a social life where you’re not on a face-to-face relationship with the ground, eh?” Diego offered.
“Good advice,” Rapp said. “But Jane, I don’t care what you said before. You’re seeing medical after the sketch artist.” At Jane’s weak protest, he cut her off. “It’s either see someone or go home after a great day’s work and take at least a week to recover.”
“Fine.” Jane glared at the back of his head, caught Gina’s grin, then glared at her too.
Which made Gina chuckle. “You know, Jane, I might just be starting to like you.”
Jane stared back at her, then said to Rapp, “You’re right. We need to get me to a hospital. I think I’m hallucinating.”
The team shared a laugh before Gina questioned Jane some more.
By the time Jane shared her information with the artist at the police station, they had a face to go with their unsub.
And with any luck, they’d soon have a name.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Tuesday morning came early,but Jane didn’t mind, pleased to be back after hours of waiting around the hospital yesterday to get cleared to return to work. Worse than Rapp acting like a stickler for protocol had been him saddling her with Gina while she waited.
As if she couldn’t have returned to the office herself. She had a feeling he hadn’t trusted her to see a doctor without supervision, and of course Gina would narc on her if she didn’t.
A mild headache and more bruising to her face, but since most of it had been healing well enough and they didn’t see any fractures—more wasted time on an X-ray—she had a clean bill of health to return to work.
The only good thing to come from her doctor visit was that it allowed time for Diego to grab her car and drive her back to her apartment.
Jane did a light workout before heading into the task force, not surprised at the cold rain that fell. The weather had been a bit sunny lately, so she knew they were due their typical wet winter. Fortunately, it promised to stay warm enough not to ice over.
Inside the warm building that served as her temporary office, she found Gina out, but Diego and Rapp working at their respective desks.
Diego perked up when he saw her holding a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Jane. Come look at what we found.”
“When did you find it?” Had no one called her last night to let her know something important?
He didn’t answer. “It’s our guy. Phillip Keiser.”
“You have an ID? Wow. That was fast.”
Typically, they’d have to send an image—a photograph, not a sketch—to the Biometric Technology Center, part of CJIS, in West Virginia to the facial recognition unit. And though they found results faster than many other areas of the FBI’s crime lab due to the technology used, this result had come back a heck of a lot sooner than she’d expected.
“I know. I used some software a friend of mine’s been tinkering with to get a better image off the sketch before sending it in. It helped that our guy was already in the system. CODIS had him on file. He served four years in the Army.”
CODIS, the Combined DNA Indexing System used by the FBI and other law enforcement agencies, would have had his information through the DOD since he’d been in the military. A lucky break all around.
“Ah, gotcha. So what do we know about Phillip Keiser?” She sat next to Diego at his desk and stared at his monitor, where a clean-shaven, younger version of the man she’d wrestled the day before looked back at her.
Rapp joined them, looking tired despite his crisp, fresh suit. “Great work you two. Diego, fill her in. I’m just going to sit and listen.”
“Listen again, you mean.” Diego grinned, brimming with excitement as he read off a report he pulled up on his computer. “Right. So Phillip Keiser, age twenty-seven, is the only son of Dr.Adam and Lena Keiser, deceased. Phillip graduated high school then served four years in the Army before going to college. Unfortunately, his parents died, and he dropped out. Fell off the grid two years ago.”
Rapp interrupted, “Tell her about the hit-and-run accident. Who hit them?”
