The Killing Ground: A Foxx Files Thriller Read Free Page B

funding for the city police departments is way down and we just don’t have the manpower to cover a case like this.” She sat up quickly. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not handing this case over, and when it’s solved, the Feds don’t take credit, but you will have the full cooperation of the CDD.”
    Jordan breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that, Detective Foxx.”
    Detective Foxx took a moment to study Jordan. “Just so we understand each other, I’m doing this because my number one focus is catching the son of a bitch that attacked Julie Keppler and killed those other women.”
    Jordan’s temperature climbed a notch. She resented the fact that Detective Foxx had to clarify the reason they were all there. This wasn’t an exercise in pissing off the CDD. Jordan could not care less about jurisdiction. She wanted the asshole just as much as Detective Foxx did, probably more.
    Matt turned, sensing her agitation. “Detective Foxx, I think you will find that is our goal as well, and we have no plans to take the investigation away from the CDD. We are merely offering the FBI’s resources, as you call them and asking for some shared information in return.”
    Jordan hid a smile. Good old Matty, always riding in on his white horse as the good cop. She watched Detective Foxx’s face for a sign that she wasn’t immune to his charm and good looks. She spotted nothing.
    “I have no doubt, Special Agent Riley, that you have every intention of manhandling this case.” She mustered a fake smile, turning Matt’s political correctness right back on him. “Rest assured, that would hinder the successfulness of this joint investigation.”
    Jordan gave her a mental tick mark. Detective Foxx was all for a joint investigation, as long as she controlled the information being shared with the FBI. That and Matty’s normal charms didn't affect her in the least. “Detective Foxx, I give you my word that the FBI’s involvement is under the radar. You won’t see the normal bullying tactics. We can’t risk the public knowing that we have an interest in this case. And believe me when I tell you, we are just as interested in catching the UNSUB, so whatever assistance we can provide each other will be handled with professional courtesy.”
    Detective Foxx studied Jordan’s face a few moments longer, weighing her words. Naturally wary, she was trying to put the common good ahead of her natural instincts to protect her turf. Finally, she decided she could take her at her word, but she left no doubt as to the consequences if the FBI pushed her too hard. “I hope I don’t regret this, Special Agent Gray. Nothing shuts the CDD up faster than hearing that information pertinent to an investigation has been leaked.”
    Jordan nodded. “Understood.” Jordan hated this political BS, but in this case, it was necessary. What she really wanted to do was flash her badge and tell Detective Foxx to go fuck herself, or at the very least, Jordan could take care of that. Without the glare, she would probably register on Jordan’s radar anyway. Maybe when this is over, I can show her who is boss. But instead, she was here playing nicey nice and her badge meant nothing.
    Jordan hid a smirk. She’d had a weakness for redheads. There was a definite air about Detective Foxx. Maybe she would try a different tactic. She always got more Intel from someone when their badge was on her nightstand. She leaned forward and licked her lips, her blue eyes holding Detective Foxx’s emerald-green ones. “So now that we got that all straightened out, what do you have for us?”
    Matt watched Jordan out of the corner of his eye and swallowed a laugh. Whatever she saw in the Detective, he didn’t share her opinion. Although she had ignored him completely, so maybe she was a lesbian. It surprised him to see her roll her eyes in reply to Jordan’s subtle advances.
    “Let me guess Agent Gray, this is the part where I’m supposed to swoon because