techs would have missed a big neon sign like this? Alls we got to do is link this to the kids and we got ourselves a slam dunk case. Our case. Our collar. It’s like I told you, “Lombardo smirked, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “ Murder in Lincoln Park. This is gonna be freakin’ huge.”
“Damn it,” Sam swore, raking her hands through her hair. She looked up at the big red barn, and kicked the grass hard, sending a tuft of dirt flying through a white picket fence. A barn owl, disturbed by the influx of humans, screeched in the background, setting her nerves on edge.
The young officer shifted from foot to foot, looking green around the edges. “At least we found another part of her. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“No, officer…?” She noted his pasty complexion, and the way he kept wiping his palms on his uniform pants.
“Becker,” he answered, swallowing hard.
“First murder scene?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered nervously, licking his lips. “Does it show?”
She remembered her first murder scene. There was no reason to take her frustration out on him. “You’re doing fine, Officer Becker, good job. I need you to get forensics, and the crime scene techs. Is that your partner over there?”
He nodded.
“All right. Tell him to tape off this section, including the gate. And tell the techs to hurry.”
Becker hurried off, following her instructions. Sam watched him go, squatting down beside Alec to examine the upturned shoe. She didn’t have a fresh pair of gloves on her, so she didn’t touch it. She didn’t have to —she already knew what she’d find.
“You know what this means don’t you?” she said.
“We’ve got a much bigger problem on our hands.” He sat back on his haunches. “Any theories? This might be where your background as a psychologist comes in handy.”
“If only that didn’t feel like a lifetime ago.” After her sister’s disappearance she’d traded her couch for a badge, wanting to spare other families the agony her own had gone through. Her motives weren’t entirely noble. As a member of the CPD, she had access to police files, and worked Melanie’s cold case in her off time.
“I know you, Sam. You must have worked up a mental profile by now.” Alec prodded.
She lifted a slim shoulder, gazing out into the darkness. “My first theory just got shot to hell.” She’d been certain the UNSUB acted out of rage. While that was still a possibility, the game had changed. Depending on what else they found tonight, it was possible the game could change again. “The loot and the mayor are going to go ballistic. I remember reading somewhere that the zoo stretches out over seven miles of lakefront.” She frowned, tapping her index fingers against her mouth. “I have no idea how many acres that is, or how far the zoo stretches inland.”
“We’ve got a lot of ground to cover considering how many officers we’ve got.” Alec said.
She pressed her lips together. “I’m calling in the dogs. We need them to expedite the search otherwise we’ll be here all night.”
“Not much night left,” Alec observed.
“All the more reason to call.” She reached for her bag. “Damn it. I left my radio in the car. I didn’t think I’d need it.”
“Tell me where you’re parked, toss me your keys, and I’ll get it for you.”
“Gladly.” Sam wiped her brow with the back of her hand, grabbed her phone and her keys, when she spotted Lombardo, Rafe, and Matsuda heading their way.
“Here.” She pressed the keys into Alec’s hand, shoving the phone back into her bag. “I’ll handle them.”
“You sure?” he hesitated. “Lombardo’s on a real tear tonight.”
“I’m positive. Go.” she urged. “I can live with Lombardo, but I can’t live without a radio. Besides, he’s not going anywhere and neither am I. We don’t have to like each other, but we do have to be able to work together.”
“All right.” He closed his
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