Fully Committed. Janie Crouch

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      Somehow Jon didn’t think that the “sorting” would involve any sort of reprimand whatsoever. Spangler’s snigger and mock salute to Jon suggested the older man knew it, too.

      Jon nodded, got up and left. He was afraid if he stayed he would end up punching Spangler, a man who was at least twenty-five years older than Jon’s thirty-one. Jon’s mom had taught him better than that.

      Although Jon wasn’t entirely sure his mother wouldn’t have punched Frank Spangler herself if she’d been around yesterday.

      He made his way over to the desk the department had given him in the darkest, stalest corner of the old brick building. It was right next to the copy machine and cleaning supplies, so it pretty much ensured that Jon dealt with a constant flow of interruptions and had a headache from the chemicals.

      Still, it was better than being outside where his shoes would probably melt into the sidewalk. And this was nothing compared to August’s heat evidently. That made Jon, a Cincinnati boy at heart, make a mental note to never travel this far south during that month if he could possibly help it.

      He sat in his desk chair and spun it around so his back was to the rest of the desks, giving him at least a semblance of privacy. The copy machine wasn’t so loud that way, either. He speed-dialed the direct office line for his boss, Steve Drackett, at Omega.

      “You bought a cowboy hat yet?” Steve asked by way of greeting.

      Jon chuckled slightly. “No. But I’m considering just killing someone on this force and taking his.”

      “That bad, huh?”

      “To say they don’t want me here would be a gross understatement. Don’t mess with Texas and all that.” Jon sighed. “We’ve got a new victim as of yesterday.”

      “I heard.”

      Jon wasn’t surprised his boss already knew about Jasmine Houze. Steve tended to know a lot of things about a lot of things.

      “I haven’t talked to her yet. There was a whole brouhaha at the hospital with one of the senior-ranking detectives. Guy doesn’t have bedside manner worth spit and traumatized the poor victim even more than she already was.”

      “Guy sounds like a problem?” his boss asked.

      “Yeah, but he’s a year out from retirement, so nobody’s going to do anything about him unless he really screws things up.”

      “You need me to send in help?”

      Jon leaned back farther in his chair. “No, I can handle it. I’m not here to make friends. But I guess I should tell you that I gave the police captain final notice about federal takeover.” Jon explained exactly what had happened with Frank Spangler and the complaint.

      “Well, I’ve got your back. You say the word and Omega will completely take over. I can have more agents down there in four or five hours.” Steve chuckled. “I could have them there in less if you were here to fly them.”

      Jon smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s better for everyone around here if the locals handle it. Good for morale and community relations. If they can’t get it together, I’ll let you know.”

      “Any actual progress?” Steve asked.

      “Nothing, Steve. That’s what kills me. I can’t even blame it on Corpus Christi PD. I may not like any of them personally, but they’re not inept. This guy is smart. A planner.”

      “You got a profile worked out on him yet?”

      Jon spun his chair around so that he was facing the rest of the desks in the station. The activity and blur of noise actually helped him think.

      “He’s educated, or at least smart enough to know not to leave any DNA behind. Not even skin cells. These rapes are definitely acts of dominance, not rage. The perpetrator is in complete control of his emotions.”

      “I thought reports said the women had been beaten?” Drackett cut in. “That’s not anger-based?”

      “I don’t think so,” Jon replied, leaning back farther in his chair. “He only hits them enough to stun them. None of the women has had any broken or fractured noses or cheekbones. If the beatings were out of anger, the facial trauma would’ve been much greater. It was a deliberate move to keep them from being able to see and identify him.”

      It was great to let his thought process have free rein with someone who wasn’t throwing unnecessary questions or playing devil’s advocate just to try to stump him. That was how his conversations with the local detectives had gone over the past week: a constant battle to one-up him.

      “Nothing else about this guy is consistent but the craniofacial trauma. His victims are of varied race and age. The times of the attack are all over the place. The locations of the attacks are varied, also—most have been at the victims’ homes, but one was at a hotel.”

      “And no evidence found at any of the scenes?”

      “Nothing usable. None of the women got a clean punch or scratch.” A single scratch from any of them would’ve given them trace DNA under their nails, but none of them had been able to do any damage to their attacker. “Each time, as soon as they opened the door, he hit them hard and fast, dazing them and causing swelling in both eyes, effectively blinding them.”

      He heard Steve’s muttered curse. It echoed exactly how Jon felt.

      “If that’s the case, I’m sure none of the victims has been able to provide any sort of identifying marks or features,” Steve said.

      Jon grimaced. “No, not at all. But I have to say, if Frank Spangler has been the only forensic artist available to talk to the victims, maybe more information can be gathered from them, if his actions yesterday are anything to go by.”

      “Were there other complaints lodged against him?”

      “No, but even if he wasn’t as combative with the other women as he was yesterday, he still wasn’t going to inspire any confidence in the victims. We need someone else, Steve.”

      “Omega has a few on retainer, but none in Texas. Let me make some calls and see what I can find out.”

      “Okay, I’m heading over to the crime scene. I’m not expecting much, but at least I’ll be able to see this one firsthand rather than through pictures like the others,” Jon said.

      “Good luck. I’ll send you the info when I find someone.”

      Jon ended the call. Steve would find another forensic artist if there was one around to be had. If not, he’d work his magic and find someone who wasn’t around. Steve always made sure his agents had what they needed. And God knew Jon needed a better artist than Frank Spangler.

      He saw Detective Wales making his way over, cowboy hat still firmly on his head. “You ready to go check out the crime scene?”

      Jon lifted a single eyebrow. “We’re going together?”

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