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“I thought we were going to be friends.”
“You can call me Georgina.” Her mouth was achingly dry. “And what should I call you?”
Before there could be a reply Alex grabbed the phone from her. “This is Special Agent Alexander Harkins. I’m the lead investigator on this case. I think I’m the one you want to talk to.”
“If I’d wanted to talk to you, I would have called your phone, Agent Alexander Harkins.” There was an audible click, letting everyone in the room know that the caller had hung up.
Georgina snatched her phone away from Alex, angry that he’d interfered and screwed up what might have been a call that contained a clue, concerned that he’d done so in an effort to protect her.
Before she could voice her outrage over his action, her phone rang again. She glared at Alex, daring him to pull another stunt, and then once again hit Speaker and Record and answered the call.
“Don’t let that happen again.” It was obvious the man on the phone had been angered.
“It won’t,” Georgina replied with another glare at Alex. Even though her heart was beating way too fast, despite the fact that the cold chill of evil had crept from the cell phone to take over every part of her body, she knew this connection was their best chance to catch the man.
“You never told me what I should call you,” she said.
“FBI-trained serial killer is a mouthful, isn’t it? Why don’t you call me Bob?”
“Okay, Bob.” It didn’t seem right that evil should go by the name of Bob, but she was playing his game. “Is there a reason you want to talk to me, Bob?” She kept her gaze focused on the phone that was on the table in front of her and refused to look at any of the men in the room.
“I know you and your team are working very hard to try to find me, but in the meantime I’ve done a little research of my own...some research on you.”
Georgina couldn’t imagine that her blood could get any colder, but his words shot a new icy chill through her veins. “You must have been bored to death,” she replied, glad that her voice didn’t betray any of the emotions roaring through her.
“On the contrary, I think you and I have a lot of things in common.”
Revulsion rose at his words. She couldn’t imagine what she could possibly have in common with this man. “How do I know that you’re really the person who kidnapped the FBI agents and their loved ones?” she asked, deciding to ignore his previous words.
“If you’d like me to I could send you Sam Connelly’s ear in the mail. Or perhaps you would prefer a finger from Amberly Caldwell.”
Georgina flinched. “That isn’t necessary. Just let me speak to one of them.”
“I might be able to arrange that, but first I want to talk to you about your childhood.”
Georgina’s throat closed off as a flash of old memories torched through her brain. She was grateful the phone was on the table for she would have probably dropped it as her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
She quickly clenched them together and moved them to her lap beneath the table where nobody would be able to see them. “What about my childhood?”
“Was it good or bad?”
She thought about lying, she considered not allowing him to get any real piece of her, but she was also afraid that if he already knew the answer and she lied, she’d break trust with him and he’d stop calling and this chance for clues would be lost forever.
She was more than aware that building trust with him through the phone calls might be the only way they’d get any clues as to his identity. She desperately needed to build some mutual trust with him.
“It was bad,” she finally replied. She looked up and found herself staring into the blue depths of Alex’s eyes. How many times had he asked her about her childhood and she’d always deflected the conversation, had refused to give him any hint of the hell she’d endured.
It was a time of her life she refused to revisit except in the
“You can call me Georgina.” Her mouth was achingly dry. “And what should I call you?”
Before there could be a reply Alex grabbed the phone from her. “This is Special Agent Alexander Harkins. I’m the lead investigator on this case. I think I’m the one you want to talk to.”
“If I’d wanted to talk to you, I would have called your phone, Agent Alexander Harkins.” There was an audible click, letting everyone in the room know that the caller had hung up.
Georgina snatched her phone away from Alex, angry that he’d interfered and screwed up what might have been a call that contained a clue, concerned that he’d done so in an effort to protect her.
Before she could voice her outrage over his action, her phone rang again. She glared at Alex, daring him to pull another stunt, and then once again hit Speaker and Record and answered the call.
“Don’t let that happen again.” It was obvious the man on the phone had been angered.
“It won’t,” Georgina replied with another glare at Alex. Even though her heart was beating way too fast, despite the fact that the cold chill of evil had crept from the cell phone to take over every part of her body, she knew this connection was their best chance to catch the man.
“You never told me what I should call you,” she said.
“FBI-trained serial killer is a mouthful, isn’t it? Why don’t you call me Bob?”
“Okay, Bob.” It didn’t seem right that evil should go by the name of Bob, but she was playing his game. “Is there a reason you want to talk to me, Bob?” She kept her gaze focused on the phone that was on the table in front of her and refused to look at any of the men in the room.
“I know you and your team are working very hard to try to find me, but in the meantime I’ve done a little research of my own...some research on you.”
Georgina couldn’t imagine that her blood could get any colder, but his words shot a new icy chill through her veins. “You must have been bored to death,” she replied, glad that her voice didn’t betray any of the emotions roaring through her.
“On the contrary, I think you and I have a lot of things in common.”
Revulsion rose at his words. She couldn’t imagine what she could possibly have in common with this man. “How do I know that you’re really the person who kidnapped the FBI agents and their loved ones?” she asked, deciding to ignore his previous words.
“If you’d like me to I could send you Sam Connelly’s ear in the mail. Or perhaps you would prefer a finger from Amberly Caldwell.”
Georgina flinched. “That isn’t necessary. Just let me speak to one of them.”
“I might be able to arrange that, but first I want to talk to you about your childhood.”
Georgina’s throat closed off as a flash of old memories torched through her brain. She was grateful the phone was on the table for she would have probably dropped it as her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
She quickly clenched them together and moved them to her lap beneath the table where nobody would be able to see them. “What about my childhood?”
“Was it good or bad?”
She thought about lying, she considered not allowing him to get any real piece of her, but she was also afraid that if he already knew the answer and she lied, she’d break trust with him and he’d stop calling and this chance for clues would be lost forever.
She was more than aware that building trust with him through the phone calls might be the only way they’d get any clues as to his identity. She desperately needed to build some mutual trust with him.
“It was bad,” she finally replied. She looked up and found herself staring into the blue depths of Alex’s eyes. How many times had he asked her about her childhood and she’d always deflected the conversation, had refused to give him any hint of the hell she’d endured.
It was a time of her life she refused to revisit except in the
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