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my actions, make me feel like I’m actually human. When what you really want to do is hang me up by my balls in the middle of town square so the entire world can see what a heartless, guiltless animal looks like.” The pen snaps in her palm.
    Gina sits speechless.
    “My files are closed.” Dr. Ryan leans forward closing Gina’s file and hands it to her. “Maybe yours should be too.”
    Gina gets up to leave, responding as she walks to the door, “I’ll be back.”
    Dr. Ryan busies herself with paperwork. “I’m sure you will.”
     
     
    EARLY EVENING. VANGUARD Police Department. Gina walks the long corridor to her desk in a frustrated state. She has been following leads for hours, coming up empty-handed. As she rounds the corner, she spots Tony kicked back in her chair, his feet propped up on her desk, sorting through a pile of paperwork.
    Oh great , she thinks.
    Upon seeing her, he flashes a lavish smile. “How’d it go partner? ”
    Gina smacks his feet down off of her desk. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ll be back at your own desk before you know it.” She sits down across from him, burying her head in her hands.
    “Not so well I take it?” He throws a stack of files her way, grinning. “Here. Have a look. See what you come up with.”
    She looks at him, annoyed by his playfully handsome demeanor. She opens up the first file, leafing through it eagerly, looking to Tony in disbelief. She shuffles through the other files. Each one a detailed account of every murdered rapist’s history, including psychological evaluations and victim statements. “How’d you get these? Where did you get these?”
    “My charm, DeLuca, my charm.” He leans toward her, his hands nimbly assembling a piece of paper into a paper football.
    “Are they legal?”
    “The documents are legal.” He smiles.
    “Gronkowski, are these files admissible? Can we use them to build a case?” Gina whispers, closing the manila folder, she looks around suspiciously.
    “Don’t sweat the small stuff, DeLuca. The bottom line—we need information to establish a pattern. We figure out the puzzle, we catch our vigilante in the act.” He flicks the paper football in her direction. It lands on top of her stack of files. “You got the pieces right there. At the end of it all, it won’t matter how we acquired them, just as long as we got ’em.”
    She gets up from her chair, pushes the paper football off the documents, loading them into her briefcase.
    “Come on DeLuca, don’t be such a stickler. Do you know how many strings I pulled to get those? I thought you might show a little gratitude.”
    “I’m not an ingrate. I’m simply smart enough to take these elsewhere before I tear off into them.” She flings her briefcase over her shoulder and talks in a low voice, “What are the chances you could get some info on Dr. Ryan?”
    Tony’s ears perk up, the tenacity returning to his face. “Now you’re thinking.” He slaps his hand affirmatively on the desk.
    “Shh.” Gina looks around surreptitiously.
    “I can probably swing that. She give you a vibe?”
    Gina doesn’t answer, continuing to gather her stuff.
    “Where you going to look those over? You wanna grab some coffee?”
    “Home. There’s a hot bath calling my name,” she replies.
    Tony smiles mischievously. “You need someone to wash your back?”
    “I think I can handle it.” She returns his smile. “I’ll call if I need any help.” She zones in on the paper football lying on the table with intense concentration, biting her lip for increased focus.
    “You don’t have my number.” Tony continues to play.
    She flicks the paper football in his direction, its destination perfectly resting half on, half off the side of the desk. Touchdown. Her eyes trail back up to Tony’s. “Exactly,” she says.
    He watches her walk away, shaking his head, unable to rein in his admiration.

 
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    LATE EVENING. DETECTIVE Gina DeLuca’s house. Her