The Profilers (7 page)

Agent Turner opened the trunk so his partner could throw in a couple of overnight bags. They both wanted to make sure the bags, and their personal relationship, remained hidden from colleagues. She slammed the trunk and made her way to the passenger side of the car to get in.

She eyed him intently as she spoke, “This isn’t me moving in, David.”

“It’s Agent Turner,” he interrupted her, meeting her gaze.

“This isn’t me moving in,
David,
” she purposely repeated before continuing. “This is just keeping a few extra items at your place, nothing more, nothing less.”

“It really doesn’t matter because I already sent my assistant out shopping for you. I’m going to make sure you have everything you need to stay with me. I like having you around.”

“You are incorrigible, Agent Turner.”

“When it comes to you I am,” he answered.

“Okay, you win this round.”

His smile lit up not only the small space of the car, but her mood as well. In turn, she gave him her biggest, most genuine smile back. They gave each other a light heartedness that was truly a rare and special thing to enjoy, given their dark occupation. The job they worked could be an overwhelming force of darkness that hung heavy over the average agent but David and Rene weren’t average. They were two people who had found a way to deal with the horrors they witnessed on a day-to-day basis. Neither was willing to let the other go and risk losing the one bit of happiness they had found in their lives.

“Okay, we are headed to our informant’s house to get her set up on this chat room site.”

“Do you think she’ll do it?”

Agent Turner’s face turned impassive and his eyes went cold. “She doesn’t have a fucking choice.”

Yes, there was a big difference between the FBI agent at work and the sub at home. Being a sub didn’t make him weak in the least. In fact, it gave him strength and power. All he was doing when he submitted to Rene was allowing her to rid him of the toxins he faced day in and day out on the job. He was damn good at what he did and Rene was glad to have him as a partner. She would have his back to the death if needed and the same thing went for her.

They entered a seedy neighborhood in the west end, pulling up alongside a yard that was strewn with beer bottles and trash. There was a rabid looking dog tied out front that snarled and growled, pulling against his short leash as they made their way up to the door.

They looked up in time to see an older woman in a tattered dress meeting them at the door. She began answering their question before they were even able to ask.

“She ain’t here. She’s out in them damn streets.” The woman nodded towards Eighteenth and Wilson, the stroll closest to her house.

The woman continued talking, “You know her best friend got killed. Some of ‘em is sayin’ her pimp, Reginald, did it but I think it’s that serial killer runnin’ loose, killin’ all these girls. I told her she’s going to end up just like her friend. She sashayed out of here in slutty clothes like she didn’t have a care in the world. I don’t know what it’s goin’ to take to wake that girl up to how dangerous these streets are.”

“Well, we’re going to look for her on the stroll. Tell her to call us if she gets back before we find her.” Agent Turner held out a card towards the woman and she just walked away muttering, “Hell, she’s a snitch. She’s got your number in her cell phone.”

Agent Turner was shocked to find out his informant’s mother knew she was a snitch, but not much was kept secret in the streets. Even less could be kept hidden from the all-seeing eyes of a mother.

The agents made their way back to the car to go look for their informant. Agent Turner heard his partner as she spoke under her breath as if she had sympathy for the prostitute’s plight. “A girl growing up like that doesn’t have much of a chance, not with that many odds against her.”

Elaine placed a cup of coffee in front of Lisa and sat down in the library’s small kitchenette.

“I knew this day would come. How did you find me?”

“My husband’s a cop and I hacked his computer. It seems that he knew about you before I did, though he didn’t bother to tell me. I just guessed he knew who you were when he spewed out your name in a fit of drunken rage one day. I got curious after he let it slip and, after I got on his computer, I found you through some files that he had.”

Elaine’s hand reached over to cover that of her daughter’s. “It was never a case of me not wanting you. Your father made me do it. I didn’t argue because I believed it would be safer for you; he was abusive.”

“I know all about abuse,” Lisa stated as she turned towards her mother and removed the sunglasses she had been wearing up until this point.

“You’ll stay with me,” her mother insisted, willing to do anything to try and make up for her past decisions.

“It isn’t just me now.”

“I have grandchildren?” Elaine beamed.

“A grandson. Yes.”

“He’s more than welcome. I have an extra bedroom and there is no way I’m taking no for an answer.”

“I’m not going to argue with you, Mother. I’m ready to leave. If I don’t, I fear I’ll kill him.”

“If I don’t first,” was the only reply her mother gave her.

Agent Turner and Rene sat in their car on a darkened side street and talked to their informant. Rene grabbed her phone and turned on the interior light so she could see well enough to make a fake profile for the girl who would be undercover in the online chat room they needed to infiltrate.

“Just scoot down in the seat,” Agent Turner instructed the young girl, who sat smacking on gum in the backseat as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Rene talked as she worked on setting up the profile, though she doubted the girl was paying attention to anything but ogling her partner. She pushed away the compounded irritation of knowing the girl was checking David out and the sound she was making, smacking on that wad of gum in her mouth.

She sounds like a fucking cow.
She knew she was being irrational, hating the girl for the crush she clearly had on her partner. She knew David had no interest in the prostitute but it would be a cold day in hell before Rene even let her try her luck. She had mentally marked her territory and would obstruct any chance of another female even getting near him. Maybe moving in with him wasn’t such a bad idea. She just wouldn’t let him know that she was contemplating doing so.

The informant grabbed the gum in her mouth and twirled it around her finger as she batted her eyes at Agent Turner. “I don’t know what to say in a chat room. I might need to have coffee with you at an internet café so you can school me.”

Rene jerked around in her seat with her green eyes flashing. “That won’t be necessary!”

“I don’t have coffee with informants without my partner present. It keeps things professional. You understand, I’m sure,” Agent Turner said, hoping it would not only clarify that he had no intentions of doing so, but it might keep him from getting his ass beat by Rene as well.

“Too bad,” she replied with a pout as she sat and stared at him while toying with the gum in her mouth, trying her best to look seductive.

Rene grabbed her business card and wrote on the back of it as she spoke, “Your profile name is Angel”
of death
she thought but didn’t say. It won’t be necessary for you to chat online; I’ll be doing that. It will be necessary for you to meet with the suspect and I’ll call you when I set that up.”

The informant gasped and fanned her face in a melodramatic manner. “I could be in danger?” David quickly moved his arm off the back of the seat as she reached for it.

Rene was the one to answer with a hint of sarcasm, “I highly doubt you have any need to worry. The unsub is a meek, mild-mannered librarian.”

“Unsub?”

“Unknown subject,” Rene barked out, trying her best to keep it professional and not be too much of a smartass.

“That’s all we need for now,” Agent Turner informed her, his voice laced with indifference.

“Okay,” she said swinging her legs around and getting out of the backseat. “Just call me if you need anything, Agent Turner.”

“Agent Murphy will call you if it’s necessary,” he retorted.

“Well… okay then.” She didn’t even try to hide her disappointment.

Rene waited until she turned the corner from where their car was parked. She reached up to turn the overhead light off and caught her partner by surprise when she roughly fisted a handful of his hair, forcing him in towards her face where he could clearly see her pinched expression. Her voice came out in a vicious growl as she addressed him, “If you ever call that bitch, or any other woman, I’ll beat your ass bloody with a cane. You would do well to take my threats very seriously. I have a sadistic streak, boy, and believe me when I tell you that you don’t want to be on the receiving end of it!” Her lips crashed down on his violently. Their teeth clashed as she roughly raped his mouth. Her hand reached down, firmly gripping his cock that was so hard from her rough treatment of him, that she was tempted to sit on it and milk him of every drop of come in his balls. She would definitely be going home with him when their shift ended.