for me to break through.”
“And you think I’ll be the one to crack?”
“No, I think you’re the toughest one of all. But I’d appreciate knowing more about you.”
Looking skeptical, she shrugged right back at him. “Not much to tell. I decided in high school to join the air force. I took a helicopter ride once out on Galveston beach when I was a preteen and fell in love. That, coupled with not knowing what to do with my life, made me want to travel and find adventure. Didn’t take much from there to want to be a chopper pilot.”
“Can you fly one?”
“I was headed that way but my plans changed. I love what I do now and if I work hard I just might make it to staff sergeant.”
“I’d like to hear more of that story.”
She took a sip of her coffee. “Since you’re insisting on that, I’ll need to hear more about you, too, then.”
Oliver stared out into the night, wondering how much she already knew since he’d had to disclose his involvement with Madison to Ava’s superiors. “Okay, but you might not like what you hear.”
Ava’s heart hadn’t jumped this much since basic training. She’d heard enough to be cautious, of course.
Oliver Davison had been around off and on for months now and he’d barely noticed Ava, so why did she suddenly have strange currents moving through her system each time he looked at her? Probably because today, he’d focused on her and implied she’d failed. But then, he’d failed, too. And he’d lost someone he loved through a brutal murder. The team had been briefed about him before he ever arrived. His fiancée, Madison Ackler, had been the Red Rose Killer’s first victim. Ava didn’t know if that was a coincidence or there was a history there, but she wasn’t going to grill the man on it. She did know that Madison Ackler and Boyd Sullivan had gone to high school together.
She had to remember that and try to be kind about things. But while she felt sympathy for his loss, she still had a job to do. Or maybe she was tense around him because she’d lost someone she loved, too, and they had that in common.
Stop making excuses.
They had been forced together but in the worst kind of way. Over death and a missing child and an evil, sick man who wouldn’t stop until they caught him. But that didn’t make her ready to share her past or her other failures with Oliver Davison. She didn’t want him to do an FBI analysis on her either.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, true concern in the question.
“I will be,” she replied. And then to hide all the emotions boiling up inside of her, she tore into her burger. Stress eating to the rescue.
It had been a long, tough day and he’d gotten in her way and gotten to her. That wouldn’t happen again. Dealing with an intense, dogged FBI agent one-on-one was different from watching him across the room. Not that she’d done that. Okay, maybe once or twice. And he must have noticed her, too, since he knew she guzzled coffee like a brewing machine.
But enough of that for now.
“Tomorrow, I go back to the spot Roscoe alerted on and we dig some more. Roscoe is never wrong, so there’s something there we’re missing. I hope whatever was buried there didn’t get washed away. And, Agent Davison, I really need you to stay out of my way.”
“I was in your way today?”
Yes, you with your green eyes and that messy hair and your black working T-shirt. You have those sad eyes and that bad attitude. Yes, you.
“You held me up with your repeated, pointed questions.”
“Part of my job.”
“Don’t do it again. And please stop using that excuse.”
He grinned and dipped a french fry into a glob of ketchup. “I’ll take the west end of the woods and you can take the east.”
“Agreed.” Then she took a sip of the water the waitress had also brought and wondered if the air-conditioning had conked out. “I’m concerned that Sullivan might have the boy. He could have easily killed me today, but he didn’t. Someone shot at me, though. I don’t know if that someone was with him or after him, but I’m thinking with him because that makes more sense to me.”
“And protecting him from you as you suspected,” Oliver replied. “They could use the boy as leverage for an escape.”
“I’ve already considered that, but why didn’t they do that today?”
“Exactly, which is why I questioned you so heavily earlier,” he said, his tone apologetic now. “We have to consider every angle. You know how it goes with serial killers.”
“No, I don’t know how it goes, but when I saw him today I certainly understood the horror of what he’s done. I could have easily died out there and he would have gotten away with murder again. I hope we find him so I can ask him why he let me live.”
“I’d like to ask him a few things, too.”
Ava felt that tug again. Her heartstrings were getting a workout today. “I’m sure we’ll have to stand in line,” she replied, trying to stay on topic.
“Maybe you just showed up at the wrong time, surprised him and caught him off guard. Or maybe he knew you had a detail on you and he’d be shot dead if he did try to kill you.”
“Buster was right there, but he didn’t get in a shot because everything happened so fast.”
“You said it yourself. Buster’s being there along with Roscoe helped to save you.” Oliver dipped another fry. “And the shooter saved Boyd Sullivan. It makes sense he’s had a willing accomplice all this time.”
“I don’t know what to think,” Ava admitted. “Turner Johnson’s parents are so distraught and angry right now, it’s hard to watch. And I get that. First, the kid goes missing from his yard and now they find out a dangerous serial killer is out in those woods, too. Then a storm hits. I can’t imagine that kind of fear.”
Oliver drained his coffee, his brow furrowed in frustration. “We have to hope he’s found shelter, at least.”
“I have another concern to consider, too,” she said. “Those missing dogs Sullivan let out of the training center that night when he killed two of my coworkers. Some of the dogs still missing suffer severe PTSD and they could be roaming those woods. If Turner Johnson happens to come upon one of them, he could get hurt.”
“You need to be careful on all fronts,” Oliver said, his eyes holding concern again. “You got off easy today, Airman Esposito. But I have a gut feeling the Red Rose Killer is not done with you yet.”
“Call me Ava,” she said. “Since you’re trying to scare me to death and all, I feel as if we’re bonding.”
“Call me Oliver, since I can thank you for the
