Ashes to Ashes
make a
strong
statement,” Chief Greer said, warming up his orator’s voice. “Let this creep know we
won’t rest
until we get him. Let him know right up front we’ve got the FBI’s leading profiler here, we’ve got the combined resources of
four
agencies working on this thing day and night.”
    Edwyn Noble nodded. “Mr. Bondurant is establishing a reward of one hundred fifty thousand for information leading to an arrest.”
    Quinn pulled his attention away from Kate and rose. “Actually, Chief, I wouldn’t advise any of that just yet.”
    Greer’s face pinched. Edwyn Noble glared at him. The collective expression from the political end of the table was a frown.
    “I haven’t had the opportunity to thoroughly go over the case,” Quinn began, “which is reason enough to hold off. We need to get a handle on just who this killer might be, how his mind works. Making a blind show of strength at this point could be a move in the wrong direction.”
    “And that would be based on what?” Greer asked, his bulky shoulders tensing beneath the weight of the chip he was carrying. “You’ve said yourself, you haven’t reviewed the case.”
    “We’ve got a killer who’s putting on a show. I’ve seen the photos from this last crime scene. He brought the body to a public place, intending to shock. He drew attention to the scene with a fire. This probably means he wants an audience, and if that’s what he wants, we have to be careful of just how we give it to him.
    “My advice is to hold off today. Minimize this press conference. Assure the public you’re doing everything you can to identify and arrest the killer, but don’t go into details. Keep the number of people behind the podium down—Chief Greer, Mayor Noble, Mr. Sabin, that’s it. Don’t get into the specifics of the task force. Don’t talk about Mr. Bondurant. Don’t bring up the FBI. Don’t mention my name at all. And don’t take any questions.”
    Predictably, eyebrows went up all around the table. He knew from experience some of them had been expecting him to try to take the limelight: the FBI bully jumping in to grab the headlines. And undoubtedly, some of them wanted to show him off at the press conference like a trophy—
Look who we’ve got on our side. It’s Super Agent!
No one ever expected him to downplay his role.
    “At this stage of the game we don’t want to set up an adversarial situation where he may see me as a direct challenge to him,” he said, resting his hands at his waist, settling in for the inevitable arguments. “I’m in the background as much as I can be. I’ll maintain a low profile with the media for as long as I can or until I deem it advantageous to do otherwise.”
    The politicians looked crestfallen. They loved nothing so much as a public forum and the undivided attention of the media and thereby the masses. Greer obviously resented having his thunder stolen. The muscles in his jaw pulsed subtly.
    “The people of this city are ready to panic,” the chief said. “We’ve got three women dead, one of them
beheaded
. The phones in my office are ringing off the hook. A
statement
needs to be made. People want to know we’re going after this
animal
with everything we’ve got.”
    The mayor nodded. “I’m inclined to agree with Dick. We’ve got business conferences in town, tourists coming in for plays, for concerts, for holiday shopping—”
    “To say nothing of the anxiety of the general population over the growing crime rate in the city,” said the deputy mayor.
    “It was bad enough with the two prostitute killings making the news,” a press secretary added. “Now we’ve got the daughter of a very prominent citizen dead. People start thinking if it could happen to her, it could happen to anyone. News like this creates an environment of fear.”
    “Give this guy a sense of importance and power and this city may well have a reason to panic,” Quinn said bluntly.
    “Isn’t it just as likely that

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