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Authors: Michael Connelly
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light in them. Rachel thought she looked more like the mother of a couple of Catholic school kids than a serial killer hunter.
Dei extended her hand. They shook and Dei proffered the sign.
"I know, bad joke, but I knew it would get your attention."
"Yes, it did."
"Did you have a long layover in Chicago?"
"A few hours. Not much choice flying out of Rapid City. Denver or Chicago. I like the food better at O'Hare."
"Do you have bags?"
"No, just this. We can go."
Rachel was carrying one bag-a midsize duffel. She had packed only a few changes of clothing. Dei pointed toward one of the banks of glass doors and they headed that way.
"We got you in at the Embassy Suites where the rest of us are staying. We almost didn't but they had a cancellation. The town is crowded because of the fight."
"What fight?"
"I don't know. Some super heavyweight or junior middleweight boxing match at one of the casinos. I didn't pay attention. I just know it's the reason this place gets so crowded." Rachel knew that Cherie was talking because she was nervous. She didn't know the reason for this, whether anything had happened or it was simply because Rachel had to be handled carefully in this situation.
"If you want we can go to the hotel, get you settled in there. You could even take some time to rest if you want. There's a meeting later at the FO. You could start there if-"
"No. I'd like to go to the scene."
They stepped through the automatic glass doors and Rachel felt the dry Nevada air. It wasn't at all as hot as she'd expected and packed for. It was cool and crisp, even in the direct sun. She took out her sunglasses and decided the jacket she had worn to the airport in South Dakota would be needed here. It was stuffed into her bag.
"Rachel, the scene is two hours from here. Are you sure you-"
"Yes. Take me there. I'd like to start there."
"Start what?"
"I don't know. Whatever it is that he wants me to start."
This seemed to give Dei pause. She didn't respond. They walked into the parking garage and found her car-a government Crown Vic so dirty that it looked like it was in desert camouflage.
Once they were driving, Dei took out a cell phone and made a call. Rachel heard her tell someone-probably her boss or partner or the scene supervisor-that she had picked up the package and would be taking it to the scene. There was a long pause as the person she'd called responded at length. Then she said good-bye and hung up. "You are cleared to the scene, Rachel, but you have to step back. You're here as an observer, okay?"
"What are you talking about? I'm an FBI agent, same as you."
"But you're not in Behavioral anymore. This is not your case."
"You're saying I am here because Backus wants me here, not you people."
"Rachel, let's try to get off to a better start than we did in Am-"
"Anything new come up so far today?"
"We're up to ten bodies now. They think that's going to be it At least for this location."
"IDs?"
"They're getting there. What they have is tentative but they're putting it all together."
"Is Brass Doran at the scene?"
"No, she is in Quantico. She's work-"
"She should be here. Don't you people know what you've got here? She-"
"Whoa, Rachel, slow down, okay? Let's get something straight here. I'm the case agent on this, okay? You are not running this investigation. This is not going to work if you confuse that."
"But Backus is talking to me. He called me out"
"And that's why you are here. But you aren't calling the shots, Rachel. You have to stand to the side and watch. And I have to tell you I don't like how this is starting out. This isn't Driving Miss Rachel. You mentored me but that was ten years ago. I've now been in Behavioral longer than you ever were and I've booked more cases than you ever did. So don't talk down to me and don't act like my mentor or my mother."
Rachel didn't respond at first and then she simply asked Dei to pull over so she could get her jacket out of her bag, which was in the trunk.
Dei extended her hand. They shook and Dei proffered the sign.
"I know, bad joke, but I knew it would get your attention."
"Yes, it did."
"Did you have a long layover in Chicago?"
"A few hours. Not much choice flying out of Rapid City. Denver or Chicago. I like the food better at O'Hare."
"Do you have bags?"
"No, just this. We can go."
Rachel was carrying one bag-a midsize duffel. She had packed only a few changes of clothing. Dei pointed toward one of the banks of glass doors and they headed that way.
"We got you in at the Embassy Suites where the rest of us are staying. We almost didn't but they had a cancellation. The town is crowded because of the fight."
"What fight?"
"I don't know. Some super heavyweight or junior middleweight boxing match at one of the casinos. I didn't pay attention. I just know it's the reason this place gets so crowded." Rachel knew that Cherie was talking because she was nervous. She didn't know the reason for this, whether anything had happened or it was simply because Rachel had to be handled carefully in this situation.
"If you want we can go to the hotel, get you settled in there. You could even take some time to rest if you want. There's a meeting later at the FO. You could start there if-"
"No. I'd like to go to the scene."
They stepped through the automatic glass doors and Rachel felt the dry Nevada air. It wasn't at all as hot as she'd expected and packed for. It was cool and crisp, even in the direct sun. She took out her sunglasses and decided the jacket she had worn to the airport in South Dakota would be needed here. It was stuffed into her bag.
"Rachel, the scene is two hours from here. Are you sure you-"
"Yes. Take me there. I'd like to start there."
"Start what?"
"I don't know. Whatever it is that he wants me to start."
This seemed to give Dei pause. She didn't respond. They walked into the parking garage and found her car-a government Crown Vic so dirty that it looked like it was in desert camouflage.
Once they were driving, Dei took out a cell phone and made a call. Rachel heard her tell someone-probably her boss or partner or the scene supervisor-that she had picked up the package and would be taking it to the scene. There was a long pause as the person she'd called responded at length. Then she said good-bye and hung up. "You are cleared to the scene, Rachel, but you have to step back. You're here as an observer, okay?"
"What are you talking about? I'm an FBI agent, same as you."
"But you're not in Behavioral anymore. This is not your case."
"You're saying I am here because Backus wants me here, not you people."
"Rachel, let's try to get off to a better start than we did in Am-"
"Anything new come up so far today?"
"We're up to ten bodies now. They think that's going to be it At least for this location."
"IDs?"
"They're getting there. What they have is tentative but they're putting it all together."
"Is Brass Doran at the scene?"
"No, she is in Quantico. She's work-"
"She should be here. Don't you people know what you've got here? She-"
"Whoa, Rachel, slow down, okay? Let's get something straight here. I'm the case agent on this, okay? You are not running this investigation. This is not going to work if you confuse that."
"But Backus is talking to me. He called me out"
"And that's why you are here. But you aren't calling the shots, Rachel. You have to stand to the side and watch. And I have to tell you I don't like how this is starting out. This isn't Driving Miss Rachel. You mentored me but that was ten years ago. I've now been in Behavioral longer than you ever were and I've booked more cases than you ever did. So don't talk down to me and don't act like my mentor or my mother."
Rachel didn't respond at first and then she simply asked Dei to pull over so she could get her jacket out of her bag, which was in the trunk.
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