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you pay.” Dylan quipped.
Nate ignored his remark. “You’ll also have a limo at your disposal; the driver is one of ours from the San Francisco office. That way, you’ll have backup when Barnes isn’t around.”
“If our theory holds, the unsub will likely make contact when I’m alone. Do we know the three victim’s routines?”
“Jimmy’s working on it. Only two of the women had a driver, the third drove herself around. He’s pulling the GPS info for the month before her death to try and establish some sort of routine. He should have something for us by the time we land.”
“I still can’t believe the agency hired someone so young for tech support. What is he, twelve?” Dylan had been waiting for the newbie to screw up, but so far his support had been invaluable.
“Age is just a number, old man.” Jerry teased. “Besides, Jimmy’s legal, barely, and he’s a hell of a lot better than the last tech guy they gave us.”
“True, but he still seems too young for the job.”
“You’re just jealous that you didn’t graduate from MIT when you were eighteen.” Jerry poked Dylan’s outstretched leg with her toe.
Dylan rolled his eyes at her, then continued. “Maybe it’s not the women he’s targeting as much as the men. Jimmy should look for overlaps in their lives as well.”
“He’s doing it as we speak.” Nate commented, pleased that Dylan made the connection. These two were the best of the best, in spite of their constant back-and-forth nonsense. He was proud to have them on his team.
“Doesn’t seem like there’s anything we can do until we land.” Dylan moved to a seat at the back of the plane. “Wake me when we get there.”

 
Chapter Three
     
 
Ethan Barnes flashed the flight attendant his most charming smile as he exited the plane. It was habit more than a conscious effort to captivate, even though the effect was decidedly beguiling.
Ethan’s rakish good looks and slightly dangerous swagger were never wasted on any female who crossed his path. He looked a bit like he’d just stepped off the cover of a decadent romance novel, complete with longish black hair and muscles rippling beneath his tailored shirt. Accustomed to the attention, Ethan had learned to take the unwanted admiration in stride.
Stepping into the early morning haze that hovered over the bay, he was suddenly grateful for the side benefits of his wealthy playboy cover, specifically the sleek black town car propping up the driver holding a sign that read “Ethan Bennett,” his cover for the assignment. Exhausted from the thirteen hour flight, he was in no mood to try and navigate an unfamiliar city during rush hour.
Handing his bag to the driver with a nod in lieu of a handshake, he slid into the backseat. Momentarily surprised to find it occupied by a lanky stranger holding a steaming mug of something that smelled like heaven, he quickly regrouped and held out his hand.
“You must be Nate.” The stranger took his hand, nearly crushing it until Ethan gave back as good as he got.
“Dylan Dawes. Nate’s busy coordinating with the locals. Nice to meet you Barnes.” Dylan had studied the man’s profile so he knew what to expect, but the agency photo did not capture the aloof, I’m-so-much-better-than-you attitude of the man who climbed into the car.
The expression on the stranger’s face belied his words. His scowl told Ethan that he’d taken his measure and he’d somehow come up lacking. “Pleasure. Are you with the FBI?”
“SSCD, Special Serial Crimes Division.” Dylan took pity on the foreign pretty boy and handed him a coffee. “It’s black; cream and sugar are in the bag.” He tossed a paper bag across the seat and was silently amused when Ethan missed it.
“Thanks. Didn’t get much sleep on the plane.” Ethan read the other man’s disapproval and accepted it; men didn’t immediately warm to him. Whether he inspired fear, jealousy or something in between, he was used to a chilly reception from his