walk off and then stopped, realizing that he’d once more been abrupt with her. He turned to her. “I appreciate the offer, Annie. I really do. And I want to have a drink with you.”
She brightened. “That’d be great.”
“And let’s do it soon,” he said. “Real soon.”
“Why? Are you going somewhere?” she asked.
“No. But I’ve wanted to start getting out more. And I’d like to do that with you.”
Her smile widened. “Okay, Will. You know where I live.”
He walked off and wondered why he was suddenly so taken with the young woman. She was lovely and obviously smart and maybe she was smitten with him. But in the past that had not mattered to Robie. He turned and looked back at her apartment. She had gone inside, but he had the image of her standing there in the tennis shoes and the business suit. He smiled.
Robie drove his Audi to the crime scene. With his creds he was able to park within the security perimeter. On the way he had looked at his tracking device as he passed the hotel where Julie was staying. She was still there.
He walked to the apartment building’s entrance feeling enormously uncomfortable. He was going to help investigate a murder at which he was an eyewitness.
There was a pack of cops and suits huddled in the lobby of the building. Robie made his way to them, thinking he would check in and introduce himself to the people running the case. The huddle started breaking up as he approached. Out from its middle stepped the same female FBI special agent he had seen at the bus bombing.
She came forward, looking at him inquisitively.
He pulled his cred pack, flashed first the badge and then ID card.
She reciprocated with her cred pack. It said she was FBI special agent Nicole Vance.
“Agent Robie, welcome to the show. I’ve got some questions for you,” she said.
“I look forward to working on this case with you, Agent Vance.”
She said, “I got a call from my supervisor about you. We’re to associate you with the case, but purely for background information on the deceased and any other information that will help us solve the case. But the FBI has the lead, meaning I have the lead.”
“I didn’t mean to imply otherwise,” Robie said smoothly.
Vance seemed to study him more closely. “Okay,” she said cautiously. “Just so long as we understand the ground rules.”
“What would you like my help on?”
“Any background you can give us on the victim.”
Robie pulled a flash drive from his jacket pocket. “Her official background file is contained on here.”
She took the drive and handed it to one of her associates. “Get it read and summarized ASAP.”
She turned back to Robie. “We were just about to go over the crime scene again. Care to join us?”
“I’d appreciate that. My superiors want to know I’m earning my pay.”
This comment earned him a smile. “I guess fed agencies all operate similarly,” she said.
“I guess they do.”
As they headed to the elevator Vance said, “Did you hear about the bus explosion?”
“I saw it on the news,” said Robie. “I understand FBI is investigating that too.”
“More specifically, I am.”
“A lot on your plate,” he commented.
“Might be a good reason to merge the investigations.”
“Why is that?”
“We found a gun at the scene of the bus explosion.”
Robie kept his gaze straight ahead even as his heartbeat quickened.
“Gun?” he said.
“Yeah. And we’ve already run ballistics. The Glock we found matches a slug we took from the floor of the apartment the deceased lived in. So in my mind, the two cases are definitely connected. Now we just have to find out how.”
“The killer might have just thrown the gun away during his escape. Might just be a coincidence it was found near the bus explosion.”
“I don’t believe in coincidences. At least not ones like that.”
As they stepped off the elevator and headed to the condo where two people had been murdered right in front of him, Robie, despite the cool air, wicked a drop of sweat off his forehead.
He would take a hundred megalomaniacal Saudi princes and bloodthirsty cartel chieftains over this.
CHAPTER
26
THE APARTMENT HAD changed since Robie had last been there. The cops were doing a thorough forensics search and fingerprint powder residue, evidence markers, and thirty-five-mil cameras flashing off were evident throughout the small space.
Robie eyed a sealed evidence box on the particleboard table.
“Is that Agent Wind’s work papers? Laptop?”
Vance nodded. “It is. We’ve sealed it pending your agency’s review. I’m cleared all the way