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Griffin leaned forward suddenly onto the table. He clasped his hands together and pointed both index fingers at Philbin. “I get that. I get where you’re coming from, I get that she’s trained and experienced, but you gotta remember, this guy absolutely, every time, wants to play the game with the lead investigator. Only the lead investigator. Not some detective, not some spokesperson, and not you. Him .” He moved his hands and pointed at Hank, as though firing a gun. “This guy. You didn’t see the video, did you? You didn’t hear him speak directly to Hank like he already knew him from way back. Like they were such good pals.”
When Philbin shook his head, Griffin nodded. “I don’t re commend that you do watch it. Or you, Deputy Chief, or anyone else who’s not boots on the ground on this case, because it’s not something you want replaying in your head at three o’clock in the morning while you’re lying next to your spouse trying to get back to sleep. The game’s between Hank and the UNSUB. It has to stay that way.”
No one spoke.
Griffin slumped back in his chair. “Look, you’re all nice people, and I appreciate the welcome and the coffee and good humor and all, but the fact of the matter is, this is not a happy business that brings us together. We’re here to hunt a cold, inhuman monster who does unspeakable things to young women whose lives end in horrible, terrible pain and fear. It’s time you let us get to work.”
10
Saturday, April 27: late morning
“ I’ve always been a pretty good meeting killer,” Griffin said when the room had been cleared of senior personnel, “but it’s been my experience that when they reach a certain level in the hierarchy, some of these people forget what it’s like down in the trenches. They lose the stomach for it. Anyway, I suggest we get right at it. This is going to take a lot of time to go through, and we’re going to be here for a while.”
As Horvath rolled the television and DVD player out from the corner of the room, Sandy leaned forward. “ Mind if I stay?”
Griffin shrugged. “Fine with me. Hank?”
“Glad to have you,” Hank told Sandy.
“Thanks.”
“Every time I turn around, ” Griffin said to Hank, “this guy’s showing up at one of my courses. I can’t get rid of him.”
Karen snorted. “Christ, I know the feeling.”
Sandy smiled but Griffin looked surprised, so Hank explained, “Karen and Sandy are engaged to be married. The wedding’s in a month and a half.”
“Six weeks from today,” Sandy confirmed.
Griffin rolled his eyes. “My God, I had no idea. That’s great. Congratulations.” He leaned over to shake Sandy’s hand. “But have you thought this through? Do you think it’s wise to be marrying local law enforcement? Mightn’t that lead to all kinds of complications?”
“It’ll get real complicated if he doesn’t marry me,” Karen said.
Griffin nodded sagely. “Now I understand everything.”
Hank held up the video received two days ago from Theresa Olsen’s killer. “Do you want to run through this first?”
“No.” Griffin bent down and picked up a battered leather case that had been leaning against the wall. “Let’s go over your case work. I have a couple of questions.”
Everyone’s eyes settled on Griffin, who pulled files out of his bag and sorted them on the table in front of him. He was a small man, slender and clean-shaven. His wiry, dark hair was touched up to hide the gray, his eyebrows were thick and black, and his forehead was high. His hands were small and precise. Deep lines bracketed his mouth, and the crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes suggested a sense of humor which served as a modest defense, at best, against the constant weight of knowledge he carried around with him.
Originally from Las Vegas, Ed Griffin
Griffin leaned forward suddenly onto the table. He clasped his hands together and pointed both index fingers at Philbin. “I get that. I get where you’re coming from, I get that she’s trained and experienced, but you gotta remember, this guy absolutely, every time, wants to play the game with the lead investigator. Only the lead investigator. Not some detective, not some spokesperson, and not you. Him .” He moved his hands and pointed at Hank, as though firing a gun. “This guy. You didn’t see the video, did you? You didn’t hear him speak directly to Hank like he already knew him from way back. Like they were such good pals.”
When Philbin shook his head, Griffin nodded. “I don’t re commend that you do watch it. Or you, Deputy Chief, or anyone else who’s not boots on the ground on this case, because it’s not something you want replaying in your head at three o’clock in the morning while you’re lying next to your spouse trying to get back to sleep. The game’s between Hank and the UNSUB. It has to stay that way.”
No one spoke.
Griffin slumped back in his chair. “Look, you’re all nice people, and I appreciate the welcome and the coffee and good humor and all, but the fact of the matter is, this is not a happy business that brings us together. We’re here to hunt a cold, inhuman monster who does unspeakable things to young women whose lives end in horrible, terrible pain and fear. It’s time you let us get to work.”
10
Saturday, April 27: late morning
“ I’ve always been a pretty good meeting killer,” Griffin said when the room had been cleared of senior personnel, “but it’s been my experience that when they reach a certain level in the hierarchy, some of these people forget what it’s like down in the trenches. They lose the stomach for it. Anyway, I suggest we get right at it. This is going to take a lot of time to go through, and we’re going to be here for a while.”
As Horvath rolled the television and DVD player out from the corner of the room, Sandy leaned forward. “ Mind if I stay?”
Griffin shrugged. “Fine with me. Hank?”
“Glad to have you,” Hank told Sandy.
“Thanks.”
“Every time I turn around, ” Griffin said to Hank, “this guy’s showing up at one of my courses. I can’t get rid of him.”
Karen snorted. “Christ, I know the feeling.”
Sandy smiled but Griffin looked surprised, so Hank explained, “Karen and Sandy are engaged to be married. The wedding’s in a month and a half.”
“Six weeks from today,” Sandy confirmed.
Griffin rolled his eyes. “My God, I had no idea. That’s great. Congratulations.” He leaned over to shake Sandy’s hand. “But have you thought this through? Do you think it’s wise to be marrying local law enforcement? Mightn’t that lead to all kinds of complications?”
“It’ll get real complicated if he doesn’t marry me,” Karen said.
Griffin nodded sagely. “Now I understand everything.”
Hank held up the video received two days ago from Theresa Olsen’s killer. “Do you want to run through this first?”
“No.” Griffin bent down and picked up a battered leather case that had been leaning against the wall. “Let’s go over your case work. I have a couple of questions.”
Everyone’s eyes settled on Griffin, who pulled files out of his bag and sorted them on the table in front of him. He was a small man, slender and clean-shaven. His wiry, dark hair was touched up to hide the gray, his eyebrows were thick and black, and his forehead was high. His hands were small and precise. Deep lines bracketed his mouth, and the crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes suggested a sense of humor which served as a modest defense, at best, against the constant weight of knowledge he carried around with him.
Originally from Las Vegas, Ed Griffin
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