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    “They’re following all of us? It’s a twenty-two person task force,”
    “Yeah, but only sixteen of us are men, and they’ve been on us for a week now.”
    “I’ll be damned, and The Reaper hasn’t killed in a week; that means they’ll keep eyes on us until he does.”
    “Or, until we catch him,” Washburn said.
    Four more detectives entered the room; all were smiling.
    Washburn greeted them.
    “What’s with all the happy faces?”
    “You didn’t hear?” One of the men said, a bearded cop named Burns. “McKinley is bringing in a suspect who he says is The Reaper .”
    Connelly jumped up from the sofa.
    “Bullshit! My grandmother would catch The Reaper before McKinley.”
    Washburn ignored him. Jeff McKinley was Connelly’s only competition for the Sergeant position, and unlike Connelly, McKinley was a decent cop. If he had truly caught The Reaper , the position would be his, hands down.
    “Why does McKinley think it’s The Reaper ?” Washburn asked.
    “He didn’t say, but he’s bringing the guy in now for questioning. Captain wants everyone to watch the interrogation, including that profiler, Dr. White.”
    One of the cops elbowed Burns.
    “You can watch the interrogation; I’ll be watching Dr. White.”
    Burns laughed. “Yeah, she is a looker.”
    Washburn grabbed his suit jacket from the back of a chair.
    “I’d like to meet her, and I’m dying to see if her reputation is as good as they say. According to a buddy of mine in the Memphis P.D., she’s the best there is.”
    ***
    T he cops left the task force command center and joined the rest of their comrades outside the interview rooms.
    As they were walking towards Jessica, Connelly whispered to Washburn.
    “Burns wasn’t kidding, that chick is hot.”
    Washburn frowned.
    “She’s Dr. Chick to you, and look at the size of her husband. I bet he could break you in half.”
    Captain Rodgers held up her hands in a gesture that told everyone to be quiet. As conversations died down, the only sounds came from down the hall, where the squad room was located.
    “Thank you, guys and gals, now listen up. On my left here is Dr. Jessica White and her husband, Seymour Lutz. They will both be observing Detective McKinley’s interrogation of the suspect, and Dr. White will then give us her interpretation.”
    Connelly raised a hand as if he was in junior high and Washburn rolled his eyes.
    Captain Rodgers smiled at him. “Yes, Richie?”
    “What makes McKinley think he has the right guy?”
    “He received an anonymous tip from a reliable source.”
    A commotion came from the squad room and everyone turned their head to see a man wearing a badge and gun on his hip, and pulling a handcuffed man along by the arm. The man in the cuffs wore a pair of faded jeans and a dirty white T-shirt, along with a look of smug superiority.
    Burns nodded. “So, that guy is The Reaper , huh?”
    “Bullshit,” Connelly whispered,
    Detective Jeff McKinley was a handsome man in his mid-thirties who had already solved several cold cases. He ushered his prisoner past the cops wordlessly, but his prisoner decided not to be as silent. The man looked Jessica up and down and whistled.
    “Damn, honey, you are one hot piece.”
    The doctor’s husband took a step forward, but Jessica held him back.
    “Ignore it, Seymour.”
    A moment later, everyone filed into the adjacent room and watched as McKinley sat his suspect in a chair and then handcuffed him to the table.
    Afterwards, McKinley headed for the door.
    “I’ll be back.”
    “Bring me a soda, pig!”
    McKinley joined them in the observation room and Captain Rodgers met him at the door.
    “Has he said anything?”
    “He’s said plenty; on the ride over he insulted me and my entire lineage several times. The man hates cops, that’s for sure, but I still don’t know his name and he doesn’t have a lick of I.D. on him.”
    The Captain gestured towards Jessica.
    “This is the profiler, Dr. White. She says