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Merlin would be a footnote in history compared to her. And perhaps Abbott would finally acknowledge, maybe even fall in love with her. She could only hope. By the time she got to her car, the police were on the scene and her work had been done. Abbott would be so pleased , she thought.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    ANOTHER VICTIM OF THE SERIAL KILLER FOUND!
    When will the police act? - Isadora Jones, DC News Blast
     
    Torger arrived at the office after spending half an hour at his favorite diner for a late breakfast. Even though he had fed his hunger, physically he felt sick. There was no way he could find a lead by the end of the week, not with the way things appeared. The killer had been very careful. Nothing Jackal had brought to the table during his time on the case had helped them get any closer to figuring out who was behind the murders. It felt as if he was grabbing at straws, looking at his ouster, and being voted out as Alpha of All Packs would soon follow. He let out a sigh as he settled into his seat and pulled a pile of files towards him. The murders were the only thing on the DCPD’s plate at the moment. Crime was at an all time low. The town was acting as normal as possible. The Ball was going to go on no matter what happened according to Draven, which would, of course, include the Bachelor auction.
    There didn’t seem to be a bright spot ahead for him. “Might as well do my job,” he grumbled to himself, praying for a miracle of some kind. His phone rang; he hoped it was good news. Picking it up, he waited a beat before saying hello. “Torger.”
    “Hey bro, just arrived at the cabin and am all settled in. Do you have any bacon? I’m dying to make myself a croissant sandwich and all I see is ham and steak,” Urban, his brother, said.
    Torger groaned. “Urban, why are you here?”
    “Was put on the vacation list. Apparently you can’t do seven missions back to back without a break. They thought I was turning into a zombie and here I am. Soooo the bacon?” Urban chuckled and there was the sound of clinking and large items being moved around.
    Torger stifled another groan. “Look in the game freezer. There should be a huge amount there.”
    “Sweet! I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Okay, I’ll call back if I need anything else. See you later.” Urban hung up before Torger could get any more details about this vacation, like how long he was actually going to stay with him.
    He just prayed that Isy wouldn’t call him right now. There was nothing to say. His cell phone vibrated on his hip. Perplexed, he slipped the mobile device out of his pocket and checked his text.
    “Coffee?” The number belonged to Isy.
    With apprehension, he responded. “Just coffee?”
    It was a second before the reply came. “Just coffee. Tomorrow?”
    “See you then.” A sense of happiness flooded his body. Pressure lifted off of his shoulders if only for the moment. Now if only something else would go right.
    A knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in.”
    Detective Alyssa Santa Rosa strode into the room. She wasn’t wearing a uniform, instead a simple plaid shirt and jeans with knee high brown boots. Her shoulder-length curly hair framed a flawless mocha colored face, no makeup to distract from her sharp features. There was a serious look on her visage. Without leave, she sat down. “No one is talking down in the hotel district. I think they’re scared. Business is still good, but I think they need to be able to talk to people without the uniform forming a gap.”
    Torger thought about it before giving an answer. “Okay, so you want to take a few officers in plain clothes to canvas the area? Make the residents less jumpy?”
    “Yes, sir.” Her green eyes glinted with determination. “I want to bag the son of a bitch that’s threatening our town. My family is from out of town. They’re too scared to come. Not even my little sister can visit me until the killer is caught.” Her hands formed