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Cavanaugh, I trained you well.”
    “You have no idea,” she threw at him before she grabbed her pack up from the floor. As she set it on the small table by her chair, the office door opened and another suit walked through it.
    “Detective Cavanaugh, meet Special Agent Deavers, our resident IT specialist,” Thorn said.
    Stevie extended her hand to the tall, handsome agent. “I’d say I’m glad to meet you, Deavers, but under the circumstances, I’m feeling a little cheated.”
    He nodded and shook her hand, then gave Thorn a knowing look. “We get that a lot.”
    Stevie released his hand and gave Thorn a sideways glance. “I know you guys have better toys, but ours aren’t that archaic and we have a designated room for this investigation back at HQ, not to mention we’re close to city hall. I suggest we not dismantle what we’ve built for your convenience. We have room for your technology.”
    “It’s not about convenience, Detective, we have support staff—”
    “So do we. Plus my staff is up to speed. Including the hot little blonde you were dawdling with earlier today. I don’t want to waste any time briefing anyone but you and your immediate men. We need penetration, now, in the form of warrants and a man inside that apartment as well as Spoltori’s dungeon before that prick kills again.”
    “Dungeon? Man inside?”
    Stevie nodded. She had been wrestling with her idea for two weeks, but didn’t have the confidence in her team to back her play. Now the feds were involved, Jack specifically, who she knew would not allow anything to happen to her, despite his indifference.
    “I’m getting close to setting up a meet with Spoltori via the chat rooms—”
    “Are you suggesting that you go in undercover as a—what?”
    “A player.”
    Jack scowled. “A player as in you allow him to put his whips and chains on you?”
    “Not that extreme, but along those lines. Under the pretense of being a player, I can get into his world and gain his confidence.”
    “The guy’s a sadist. He gets a hold of you and we can’t get to you, you’re going to get hurt or worse.”
    Stevie smiled and readjusted the video camera on the tripod. “And that will break your widdle heart, will it?”
    “No one likes to lose a man on their watch.”
    As she sat down in the chair and put her eye to the camera, she focused in on the apartment, and scowled. The blinds were closed. “I’m not a man, and this is my watch, not yours.”
    “I don’t like it.”
    Stevie sat back; half turned in her chair, and faced him. “Of course you don’t. But I sure as hell am not walking into his dungeon and asking for a confession.”
    “You can’t go in, it’s too risky and he’ll recognize you.”
    “I didn’t interview him, Oliveras did. He has no idea who I am or what I look like.”
    Jack’s scowl deepened. “If that’s an option we choose, I’ll request a female agent from violent crimes as the bait.”
    Stevie wanted to punch him. This was not negotiable. “My case, my terms, Special Agent.” Considering the topic closed, Stevie pulled out her cellphone and texted Oliveras, who had not returned her call but should be down at the Starbucks across from the entry of Spoltori’s building watching for him.
    Any sign of the subject?
    A firm. He headed south on Broadway about thirty minutes ago.
    Is he in sight?
    Negative.
    And you didn’t notify me of his movement why?
    Figured you watched him exit.
    What did that have to do with keeping tabs on him now? Hard to do when the blinds are closed.
    My bad.
    “Idiot,” she, mumbled under her breath.
    I left a voice mail a half hour ago, Stevie irately texted.
    Phone’s on the fritz.
    Get a new one asap, and keep me posted on the subject.
    Will do to both.
    Thorn held up his cellphone and showed her the texts he had received from one of his men with detailed updates on Spoltori, who was currently shopping the produce section of the corner market. She didn’t bother updating