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But he wasn’t going to do that without a positive ID, and that wasn’t coming anytime soon.
She suddenly pivoted, her gaze going to the trail.
Connor turned to see his supervisor cresting the hill. Lieutenant Vance’s gaze lit on Becca then traveled to Kait who was still standing with Sam near the trail. Vance came to a complete stop, his look bewildered.
Dang. Connor and Sam had obviously violated their lieutenant’s first rule of investigation. If it was a big case, a hairy case, one that might bite any of them in the butt, Connor was to report every step, every move to Vance before taking action. Only neither he nor Sam had informed their lieutenant that Becca and Kait would be involved.
Had they asked, odds were good that Vance would have said no to Becca’s help this early on in the investigation. Vance was unlikely to call in the feds before he had a grasp on the situation and determined the resources needed. It ensured that no details of the case were made public before Vance was ready.
Shoot, it was the last thing Connor wanted, too. At least, he didn’t want any additional feds to come out here, which could easily happen on such a high-profile case, if the news hit the media. The FBI had no jurisdiction here, but if the press got wind of the murders, Vance would have to include them to make it look as though he was doing everything he could to catch Van Gogh, even if they didn’t need the FBI’s assistance.
Vance started across the space, and Connor turned to Becca. “Sam and I may have omitted telling our lieutenant that you and Kait were here. You should join Kait while I bring him up to speed.”
She nodded and, without saying a word, walked over to Kait. Connor motioned for Sam to join him, then tipped his head at Vance. “Prepare yourself.”
“I thought you told him,” Sam growled, his smooth southern accent long gone.
“And I thought you did,” Connor said, when what he really wanted to do was remind Sam that it had been his idea to include Becca. But Connor wouldn’t. Mostly because he should have made the call for Sam.
Ever since Sam had married an FBI agent, he walked a fine line. He naturally wanted to support his wife. What guy wouldn’t? Yet, locals and feds didn’t always have the same motives, and there was often an underlying tension, putting Sam in a tight spot. Connor could have taken the heat for this and spared Sam. If Vance’s stormy approach was any indication, they’d both get an earful.
Connor braced himself and watched the short and squat powerhouse of a guy mash the grass flat with his forceful steps as he strode across the field toward them.
“Heck of a place to bring your wife.” Vance focused his intense study on Sam, standing there with arms crossed, waiting for Sam to provide a good reason for Kait and Becca’s presence.
Connor had to admit to feeling relieved. Sam didn’t seem inclined to give an explanation, likely because he didn’t want to say anything about Kait that would make Vance mad.
“Kait’s here as moral support for Agent Lange,” Connor said, trying to take some of the heat off Sam. “Becca grew up in the foster system and—”
“Even better,” Vance interrupted. “Bring her here to watch us dig up the missing foster girls.”
“As I was going to say,” Connor continued. “She’s studied Van Gogh for the last six years, and she’s the leading expert on him. She’s already provided valuable information, proving that we’re looking at the real Van Gogh and not a copycat.” Connor brought Vance up to date.
Vance stared at Becca and Kait for a moment. “Do they know about the second body?”
Connor shook his head. “Not yet. Only Sam, Dane, and I know the details.”
“We need to keep it that way.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone.” Connor was offended that Vance felt the need to tell them how to do their job. Every good detective knew sharing details that suggested a serial killer had claimed multiple
She suddenly pivoted, her gaze going to the trail.
Connor turned to see his supervisor cresting the hill. Lieutenant Vance’s gaze lit on Becca then traveled to Kait who was still standing with Sam near the trail. Vance came to a complete stop, his look bewildered.
Dang. Connor and Sam had obviously violated their lieutenant’s first rule of investigation. If it was a big case, a hairy case, one that might bite any of them in the butt, Connor was to report every step, every move to Vance before taking action. Only neither he nor Sam had informed their lieutenant that Becca and Kait would be involved.
Had they asked, odds were good that Vance would have said no to Becca’s help this early on in the investigation. Vance was unlikely to call in the feds before he had a grasp on the situation and determined the resources needed. It ensured that no details of the case were made public before Vance was ready.
Shoot, it was the last thing Connor wanted, too. At least, he didn’t want any additional feds to come out here, which could easily happen on such a high-profile case, if the news hit the media. The FBI had no jurisdiction here, but if the press got wind of the murders, Vance would have to include them to make it look as though he was doing everything he could to catch Van Gogh, even if they didn’t need the FBI’s assistance.
Vance started across the space, and Connor turned to Becca. “Sam and I may have omitted telling our lieutenant that you and Kait were here. You should join Kait while I bring him up to speed.”
She nodded and, without saying a word, walked over to Kait. Connor motioned for Sam to join him, then tipped his head at Vance. “Prepare yourself.”
“I thought you told him,” Sam growled, his smooth southern accent long gone.
“And I thought you did,” Connor said, when what he really wanted to do was remind Sam that it had been his idea to include Becca. But Connor wouldn’t. Mostly because he should have made the call for Sam.
Ever since Sam had married an FBI agent, he walked a fine line. He naturally wanted to support his wife. What guy wouldn’t? Yet, locals and feds didn’t always have the same motives, and there was often an underlying tension, putting Sam in a tight spot. Connor could have taken the heat for this and spared Sam. If Vance’s stormy approach was any indication, they’d both get an earful.
Connor braced himself and watched the short and squat powerhouse of a guy mash the grass flat with his forceful steps as he strode across the field toward them.
“Heck of a place to bring your wife.” Vance focused his intense study on Sam, standing there with arms crossed, waiting for Sam to provide a good reason for Kait and Becca’s presence.
Connor had to admit to feeling relieved. Sam didn’t seem inclined to give an explanation, likely because he didn’t want to say anything about Kait that would make Vance mad.
“Kait’s here as moral support for Agent Lange,” Connor said, trying to take some of the heat off Sam. “Becca grew up in the foster system and—”
“Even better,” Vance interrupted. “Bring her here to watch us dig up the missing foster girls.”
“As I was going to say,” Connor continued. “She’s studied Van Gogh for the last six years, and she’s the leading expert on him. She’s already provided valuable information, proving that we’re looking at the real Van Gogh and not a copycat.” Connor brought Vance up to date.
Vance stared at Becca and Kait for a moment. “Do they know about the second body?”
Connor shook his head. “Not yet. Only Sam, Dane, and I know the details.”
“We need to keep it that way.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone.” Connor was offended that Vance felt the need to tell them how to do their job. Every good detective knew sharing details that suggested a serial killer had claimed multiple
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