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without knowing what more to say. I could feel the electricity in her grasp, the warmth of her palm, the softness of her skin. I caught my actions, letting go of her hand.
Paddy came to my rescue. “Please, Scott, sit down and join us; we were just talking about the role we need on the team. Mercedes, Scott assisted on our last task force.”
I waited for her to sit down, and I could feel the slight color coming to my face. I couldn’t help focusing on her long legs when she crossed them. I tried to take an unnoticed breath. I sat down, slightly facing her in the other vacant chair in front of Paddy’s desk.
I worried about my voice. “So, Mercedes, you’re at Harvard—what’s your major?”
With a big smile drilling into my eyes, she offered, “I have a double major—criminal justice and psychology. I hope to pursue a profiler role, similar to Dr. Brussels, but many people have no idea what that is. Do you?”
She put me on the defensive. “Well, since Paddy had talked to us about someone who can take the case circumstances and paint a picture of the potential perpetrator . . . I guess I have a general idea of what one is.”
“That’s close enough. What interests me about the task force is that you are processing all this seemingly unrelated data. Maybe I can help paint a picture of what kind of person would most likely be committing these crimes. I’m aware of what has been published. In addition, Paddy shared some information with me,” Mercedes responded with a flip of her hair.
I smiled, looking at Paddy, knowing now what Colleen was warning me about. It was going to be hard talking to Mercedes with her legs staring at me.
Paddy rescued me once again, bringing our focus back to him. “Mercedes, I have copies of your transcript. It is very impressive. This is not really an interview, as I don’t believe there is anyone at Harvard more qualified than you. If you don’t mind working with a bunch of males who are not always the most polite and have bad habits, the least of which is excessive coffee drinking, and smoking, we have a role for you.”
He added, “The position is yours if you want it. If you want to try it out for a while, that’s fine also. However, I think we could use your talents on the team now. I believe the experience you will gain will be of some value to your future pursuit.”
“Paddy, I’ve done my homework already. If your team would like me, I’m ready to start.”
Paddy smiled. “I admire your quick decision making, young lady. Why don’t you tell us more about yourself? I’m going to get another cup of coffee. Please feel free to begin. I’ll be right back. I can still hear you out there.”
Paddy slowly rose, looking at me to carry on the conversation, but asked, “Can I get you a cup—Mercedes, Scott?”
Mercedes responded, “Yes, please, black, no sugar, thanks.”
“I’ll get mine in a while; thanks Paddy,” I added. Paddy left the room. I moved my chair over, hoping to block the view of her legs. “So, what brings a beautiful person like you to this task team?”
Immediately, she repositioned herself to face me without much regard for Paddy returning.
“Let me start with, this is a dream assignment. I’m looking to improve on my learned skills, with actual murder investigation experience. I would hope the combination would increase the demand for my talent down the road. Finding the killers will allow me to sort out how I might have been on, or off, target.”
I watched her talk about this and her background leading up to Harvard. I noticed she used her hands to make points, her bright red nails flashing in front of my face. I later noticed that Paddy had returned and was watching us over his coffee cup.
“I was also on the cheer squad in high school, but I had to drop that for personal reasons, focusing on my school work to get into Harvard. I managed to get a limited scholarship, which helps some, but my dad is in real estate and paying
Paddy came to my rescue. “Please, Scott, sit down and join us; we were just talking about the role we need on the team. Mercedes, Scott assisted on our last task force.”
I waited for her to sit down, and I could feel the slight color coming to my face. I couldn’t help focusing on her long legs when she crossed them. I tried to take an unnoticed breath. I sat down, slightly facing her in the other vacant chair in front of Paddy’s desk.
I worried about my voice. “So, Mercedes, you’re at Harvard—what’s your major?”
With a big smile drilling into my eyes, she offered, “I have a double major—criminal justice and psychology. I hope to pursue a profiler role, similar to Dr. Brussels, but many people have no idea what that is. Do you?”
She put me on the defensive. “Well, since Paddy had talked to us about someone who can take the case circumstances and paint a picture of the potential perpetrator . . . I guess I have a general idea of what one is.”
“That’s close enough. What interests me about the task force is that you are processing all this seemingly unrelated data. Maybe I can help paint a picture of what kind of person would most likely be committing these crimes. I’m aware of what has been published. In addition, Paddy shared some information with me,” Mercedes responded with a flip of her hair.
I smiled, looking at Paddy, knowing now what Colleen was warning me about. It was going to be hard talking to Mercedes with her legs staring at me.
Paddy rescued me once again, bringing our focus back to him. “Mercedes, I have copies of your transcript. It is very impressive. This is not really an interview, as I don’t believe there is anyone at Harvard more qualified than you. If you don’t mind working with a bunch of males who are not always the most polite and have bad habits, the least of which is excessive coffee drinking, and smoking, we have a role for you.”
He added, “The position is yours if you want it. If you want to try it out for a while, that’s fine also. However, I think we could use your talents on the team now. I believe the experience you will gain will be of some value to your future pursuit.”
“Paddy, I’ve done my homework already. If your team would like me, I’m ready to start.”
Paddy smiled. “I admire your quick decision making, young lady. Why don’t you tell us more about yourself? I’m going to get another cup of coffee. Please feel free to begin. I’ll be right back. I can still hear you out there.”
Paddy slowly rose, looking at me to carry on the conversation, but asked, “Can I get you a cup—Mercedes, Scott?”
Mercedes responded, “Yes, please, black, no sugar, thanks.”
“I’ll get mine in a while; thanks Paddy,” I added. Paddy left the room. I moved my chair over, hoping to block the view of her legs. “So, what brings a beautiful person like you to this task team?”
Immediately, she repositioned herself to face me without much regard for Paddy returning.
“Let me start with, this is a dream assignment. I’m looking to improve on my learned skills, with actual murder investigation experience. I would hope the combination would increase the demand for my talent down the road. Finding the killers will allow me to sort out how I might have been on, or off, target.”
I watched her talk about this and her background leading up to Harvard. I noticed she used her hands to make points, her bright red nails flashing in front of my face. I later noticed that Paddy had returned and was watching us over his coffee cup.
“I was also on the cheer squad in high school, but I had to drop that for personal reasons, focusing on my school work to get into Harvard. I managed to get a limited scholarship, which helps some, but my dad is in real estate and paying
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