drenched in sarcasm. “You know, in between pissing in the bushes and sweating like a friggin’ pig out here on the hottest day of the year. Hell yes, I have a point. Weidman pulled up something on your boy and I thought you should know about it.”
She wasn’t sure she appreciated Agent Weidman’s checking up on her UNSUB or his aggressiveness. A lead was still a lead, and considering her current level of progress, she’d withhold judgment for the time being. “My apologies, Jack. What’d he find?”
“The kid ran a basic background check. Chamberlain has an impressive résumé with a ton of high-end experience as an investigator.”
“Chamberlain?” As in Duncan Chamberlain, the hottie capable of melting granite and a whole lot more. Not the UNSUB as she’d mistakenly assumed.
Dread crept up her spine and settled in her shoulders. A knot of tension formed at the base of her skull and began to throb in a slow, steady rhythm.
“You wanna take a shot at where he got his training?”
Sunny briefly closed her eyes. “Where?” she asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer.
“Quantico, Virginia, Mac.” Jack’s tone sobered. “The son of a bitch is FBI.”
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