Chapter 1

"Where's Eames?" Bobby asked Deakins as he returned from a coffee run. "She's never late."

"Friend of hers from Vice was murdered last night." He said stopping to sip from his cup. "Went to give them a hand."

Bobby was out of his chair and heading toward the door. Deakins called out after him. "Don't go causing trouble."

Bobby raised his hand and waved behind him.


Walking into Vice, he walked to the first person he saw. "Hey, Metcalf, you wouldn't happen to know where Eames is, would you?"

"Bobby," Alex called from behind him.

Turning toward her voice, one sight of her and his eyes were bulging out of his head. She was in a red halter top and a mini skirt that was way, way to short with red pumps. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Taking out the trash." Her voice was cold.

"Not without me." He said making eye contact. We're partners…Thick and thin… "You'll never go alone."

"Fine. You can't go taking over, Bobby. This has to be my way, my show, my terms. Understand?" Her eyes were dark. He'd never seen her this way. It scared him.

"Tell me about her, Eames." He took a seat and motioned for her to do the same.

"Lydia was at Vice for thirteen years. She was well trained in weaponless defense, but it didn't seem to matter with this guy. He strangled her and raped her. She fought, but it was a lost cause. The guy wasn't a first timer. Six other cases match his MO. All victims were short with dark blonde to light brown hair." She paused.

"Go on." He encouraged.

"I have to do this, Bobby. She watched my back out there. Taught me how to handle myself." She got a far away look in her eyes. "I owe her."

"We'll get him, Alex." He put his hand on hers.

"We have to," she whispered.