agreement.
“It’s okay, I’m from New York. I ride the subways, and I’m used to pretty asses in my crotch.” Now she laughed and shook her head slowly.
They stepped down the staircase of the Learjet. He thought these small expensive planes were definitely the way to travel.
“Webster, I’m starving, and I hear they have a luncheon waiting for us. It’s all business but at least we can compare notes. I’d like to see what you have,” he said before they made their way off the plane.
The ten of them walked off the tarmac as the luggage was loaded into a van and headed toward the hotel. They housed them all in a hotel as close to the airport as possible, and Reno was minutes away. It seemed they had the upper hand. The landing was kept as quiet as possible because it was assumed Ty had feelers out everywhere.
Ted Collins, another seasoned agent he’d worked with before, walked over to his side. “He knows we’re here,” he stated.
“Of course he knows but excellent conclusion, Collins.”
“Just a thought, but I was sure you already knew that,” Collins said, taking out his phone and walking past Dominic.
“It’s really sad that such a brilliant mind is so devious and cold. I often think that even a man like Einstein could have very well been a serial killer,” added Elaine Webster, who was beside him.
“Now that’s a thought. But he was far too unorganized. Killers are methodical, organized, and retrace every step. They’re planners, anal, and more than likely suffer from OCD,” Dominic said.
As he walked with Webster, he could see she was pensive and maybe even a little confused. “Elaine, it’s okay not to know everything about Ty. That’s unfortunately my job,” he explained.
Her head snapped up. “Thanks for using my first name, Dominic. I was beginning to think I didn’t have one.” She smiled broadly at him.
“That’s okay. I still think when we have females on board we should act accordingly. Guess I’m from the old school.”
“Deputy, forty-five is far from the old school. Let’s just say I like mature men, and most men nowadays don’t mature until they hit forty.”
He let out a laugh. “I must say, you’ve done your homework well. Yeah, I’m forty-five as opposed to your thirty-three, and I have to admire any agent who tries to have the upper hand. You’ve got an interesting theory, or should I say observation. I think I’m going to enjoy working with you.”
Walking along the tarmac, they stayed in a tight group then boarded several SUV’s that were waiting for them. Dominic knew the sooner they began to put their plan into action, the sooner they’d have Ty…either dead or alive.
Once the SUV’s were loaded, they were on their way to a small hotel on the outskirts of Reno that had been set up as a command post. Dominic had just settled in his seat when the shit hit the fan. Reports came in that a man had taken a number of people as hostages at a local brothel in Reno. There was no doubt it was Ty.
“God Damnit” he muttered as they sat in the SUV. “Son of a bitch. This was what I was afraid of. He figured we’d find him, so he’s pulling a stunt, and an out of character one. Ty is a coward. He murders them when they’re helpless then leaves them. A showdown is not his style. It’s an idle threat to throw us off
“It’s okay, I’m from New York. I ride the subways, and I’m used to pretty asses in my crotch.” Now she laughed and shook her head slowly.
They stepped down the staircase of the Learjet. He thought these small expensive planes were definitely the way to travel.
“Webster, I’m starving, and I hear they have a luncheon waiting for us. It’s all business but at least we can compare notes. I’d like to see what you have,” he said before they made their way off the plane.
The ten of them walked off the tarmac as the luggage was loaded into a van and headed toward the hotel. They housed them all in a hotel as close to the airport as possible, and Reno was minutes away. It seemed they had the upper hand. The landing was kept as quiet as possible because it was assumed Ty had feelers out everywhere.
Ted Collins, another seasoned agent he’d worked with before, walked over to his side. “He knows we’re here,” he stated.
“Of course he knows but excellent conclusion, Collins.”
“Just a thought, but I was sure you already knew that,” Collins said, taking out his phone and walking past Dominic.
“It’s really sad that such a brilliant mind is so devious and cold. I often think that even a man like Einstein could have very well been a serial killer,” added Elaine Webster, who was beside him.
“Now that’s a thought. But he was far too unorganized. Killers are methodical, organized, and retrace every step. They’re planners, anal, and more than likely suffer from OCD,” Dominic said.
As he walked with Webster, he could see she was pensive and maybe even a little confused. “Elaine, it’s okay not to know everything about Ty. That’s unfortunately my job,” he explained.
Her head snapped up. “Thanks for using my first name, Dominic. I was beginning to think I didn’t have one.” She smiled broadly at him.
“That’s okay. I still think when we have females on board we should act accordingly. Guess I’m from the old school.”
“Deputy, forty-five is far from the old school. Let’s just say I like mature men, and most men nowadays don’t mature until they hit forty.”
He let out a laugh. “I must say, you’ve done your homework well. Yeah, I’m forty-five as opposed to your thirty-three, and I have to admire any agent who tries to have the upper hand. You’ve got an interesting theory, or should I say observation. I think I’m going to enjoy working with you.”
Walking along the tarmac, they stayed in a tight group then boarded several SUV’s that were waiting for them. Dominic knew the sooner they began to put their plan into action, the sooner they’d have Ty…either dead or alive.
Once the SUV’s were loaded, they were on their way to a small hotel on the outskirts of Reno that had been set up as a command post. Dominic had just settled in his seat when the shit hit the fan. Reports came in that a man had taken a number of people as hostages at a local brothel in Reno. There was no doubt it was Ty.
“God Damnit” he muttered as they sat in the SUV. “Son of a bitch. This was what I was afraid of. He figured we’d find him, so he’s pulling a stunt, and an out of character one. Ty is a coward. He murders them when they’re helpless then leaves them. A showdown is not his style. It’s an idle threat to throw us off
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