Shadow of Perception (50 page)

Something had Beaver upset. Not once, during the four years Rachel had worked for CORE, had Owen ever seen her at a loss for words. The woman always had something to say, and had an annoying habit of doing so over a mouthful of pencil.

“I can come back,” Owen said, sensing Rachel might want a moment alone with Ian.

“No, actually, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed. I might be able to use your help.”

Interesting. Rachel never liked having him around, and rarely asked him for help with anything. Why, he didn’t know. All he knew was that whenever he walked into the room, she threw verbal jabs, snarky uppercuts, and sarcastic hooks. He didn’t care, and actually liked Rachel. Although a bit…mouthy, he couldn’t deny her capabilities as CORE’s computer forensics analyst, plus he admired her intelligence and her quick working mind.
 

“I’d be glad to help,” he said, still dumbfounded that she’d willingly have him part of the conversation.
 

She moved to the leather office chair next to him, then sat. “Yeah, well, no one else is here yet, so I have no choice.”
 

So much for thinking she’d been interested in
his
expertise.
 

“What’s going on?” Ian asked her.

“It’s my brother,” she began. “Late last night, he was found on the side of the road just outside of Bola, Michigan, beaten and unconscious.”

“My God, Rachel,” Ian said, and leaned forward. “How’s his condition?”

“He’s okay. I’ll know more when I see him.”

Ian nodded. “Absolutely. Take all the time you need. It’s a long drive to Bola. If you want to use the jet, feel free.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Thank you, but I’m going to drive. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, and I don’t want to deal with a rental.”

“Understood,” Ian said.
 

“I’m sorry about your brother,” Owen said, and meant it. He had three older sisters, and if anything bad had happened to them, he’d be devastated. And out for blood. While he doubted he’d ever have a family of his own, his parents, his sisters and their kids, meant everything to him. They accepted and loved him, faults and all. He knew Rachel had basically raised her brother, and couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling. “Do you have any idea who did this to him?”

“The sheriff I spoke with doesn’t have any leads. That’s why I wanted you to stick around. I…ah.” She paused and glanced to the ceiling. Seconds later she looked at him. “I’d like your advice.”

 
Seriously interesting. Most times when he offered his opinion, she’d somehow find a way to either dismiss him or cut him down.
 

“When I get to Bola I plan to investigate my brother’s beating,” she continued. “I know where to start, and already have a list of the people I want to interview.”

“Are you planning on running this investigation on behalf of CORE?” Ian asked.

She tapped the pencil to her lips. “Are you okay with that? If not, I can—”

Ian waved a hand. “Our resources are yours.”

Blowing out a deep breath, she tucked the pencil behind her ear. “Thank you. I have a feeling I’m going to need it. Sean’s beating…based on what the sheriff told me, I don’t think it was random.”

“Why’s that?” Owen asked.

“The sheriff said they found a note stuffed in Sean’s pocket. It said, ‘Welcome to Hell Week. You have seven days to find him.’”

“But they obviously found your brother,” Owen countered.

“Right. They found Sean. His roommate, Josh Conway, is missing.”

“Could this roommate have gone home for the weekend?” he asked.

“No. Sean told me his parents are overseas.”

“Didn’t you tell me that Sean planned to join a fraternity?” Ian asked.
 

“Yes. The Eta Tau Zetas”

“Based on the Hell Week reference,” Ian began. “Is it possible that this was a hazing gone bad?”

 
She nodded, and hugged herself. “I thought about that, only…”

“What?” Owen asked.

“The sheriff said that over the last twenty years, nine male students from Wexman University have gone missing. Josh makes ten. These students always disappear in January. And with every one of these missing boys, the same note is left behind.”

Owen rubbed his jaw, both confused and disturbed. “You’re telling us that nine guys go missing, the same time of year, with the same message left behind…have any of the bodies been discovered?”

“No.”

“Does this sheriff realize he has a possible serial killer in his county?” he asked, dumbfounded that Bola, Michigan’s local law enforcement, hell, even the university, hadn’t pieced the obvious together and asked for outside help.

“He’s well aware.”

Irritated at the sheriff’s ineptness, he leaned forward and asked, “Then why not bring in the Michigan State Police?”
     

“The sheriff tried that route. I’m still confused as to what happened when they participated in the investigation…” She faced Ian. “I have vacation time, and you said I can use CORE’s resources. The sheriff can’t afford to pay us, but if it’s okay with you, I want to investigate what’s happening in Bola and find Sean’s roommate.”

“Of course,” Ian said. “But there’s no need to worry about vacation time and fees. Not when family is involved. Besides, this is an interesting case.”

“Very interesting,” Owen said. “A possible serial killer who targets victims at a certain time of year…strange, too.”

Ian nodded, and removed the cold case file from the desk. “Agreed. This cold case can wait a few more weeks. Rachel has just handed you your next assignment.”

 
Excitement pumped through Owen’s veins. He’d gladly take the case. What had and was happening in Bola sounded like a huge puzzle with a lot of missing pieces.

“I didn’t
hand
him anything,” Rachel said. “And I told you
I
want to conduct this investigation.”

“You can.” Ian smiled. “Only you’ll do it with Owen.”

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About Kristine Mason

I didn’t pick up my first romance novel until I was in my late twenties. Immediately hooked, I read a bazillion books before deciding to write one of my own. After the birth of my first son I needed something to keep my mind from turning to mush, and Sesame Street wasn’t cutting it. While that first book will never see the light of day, something good came from writing it. I realized my passion, and found a career I love.

When I’m not writing contemporary romances and dark, romantic suspense novels (or reading them!) I’m chasing after my four kids and two neurotic dogs.
 

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