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Sgt. Jaxon Lane
Small town cop
The FBI was paying his little town a visit. That didn't mean she was with them. His only contact name for the team arriving was Hot... Holt... Dang Turner's sloppy handwriting. He took out a picture her uncle gave him of her graduation and her new office at the FBI. He kept it in the desk as very few knew he still had feelings for her or at least that's what he wanted to believe.
Loren Jamison
Federal agent
Psychological profiler, sniper
She was silent on the flight staring at the file. It surprised her where it seemed this person had chosen to go to ground... Her hometown. Her work was the last thing she ever thought would bring her back here. Yet here she was flying home. To find a killer.
Never seen you take that long to read a file. What's on your mind?
Her boss's voice cut through in it's fatherly tone. Looking up she just smiled slightly.
Guess I never thought work would be bringing me back here.
Ahh yes getting to see where you learned to shoot and people who can can confirm that you were ever a kid.
He sat down with a chuckle.
Yeah... The thing is once we land it should be very easy to figure out who the killer ran to. There is only one element that I can think of that would be able to handle that kind of person. Thing is they don't deal in killers. Money laundering through real estate fraud maybe. Their last primary ties though were LA not NYC.
She was locked on the case there was no doubt about that but she was also avoiding thinking about something or someone of that the entire team was certain.
Money laundering through real estate fraud? That takes some fancy math.
Another team mate walked over and sat down.
Yep... Even a small town can have a mob presence. A couple of slick dealers and a weasal of boss realestate firm shady deals and shade tree arsonists. I will warn you there are still some old timers who think it's still the 30s.
Closing the file she shook her head and stared out the window at the announcement that they would be landing shortly. She walked down from the plane to see the old couple who owned the little airstrip and accepted the expected hugs as the suvs were loaded and everyone was ready to go. Driving to the police station she motioned for some of them to park along the side of the road by the old town square park. It was not lost on her team mates that she had paused and took a deep breath before walking up the stairs to walk into the station she once called work.
Well Loren Jamison it's about time you got back here for a visit. Hows...
The jovial big man paused seeing the others walk in behind her.
Well I guess the FBI is doing alright then here with you. Jaxon the Feds are here!
Hello Lonnie.. yes it's fine. Here on business you know that.
She paused hearing who he called for.
Where is Cheif McColm?
She quickly noticed how silent everyone became before he rounded the corner. Jaxon stood there in time to hear her question.
County general... Him and his wife... Not expected to make it through the night.
Lonnie finally spoke up not that he thought she heard him.
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