by Stone, C. L.
“Wouldn’t you have to take classes at the university? Get a degree first?”
“No.”
My eyebrow lifted. “How can they just throw you in a lab?”
“You’ll get any training you need, but you may get the short course. Your curiosity determines how much you study,” he said. He pointed to the gray wall, indicating to the rifle range behind it. “You were interested in guns, right? I gave you a handful of instructions and you figured it out on your own without much push. Then suddenly you wanted to know how the next gun worked, and then next time you may ask me how to piece the thing together. You may go home and read up on it. Maybe you take your own class. I don’t have to give you homework. I don’t have to tell you there’s a test. You’ll learn if you’re really interested. The Academy just has the resources to help put you where you want to be.”
The underlying premise of the Academy seemed daunting. They’d teach you anything you wanted to know? “What if you don’t know what you want to learn?”
He shrugged. “They’ll pair you up with people who are driven by what they do, until you figure out what you want. Maybe you want to be a biologist. Maybe you want to fix cars and learn carpentry. Maybe you just like studying in general and want to learn everything. Whatever you want to know, they’ll help you find the answers.”
“How does this help them with the whole spy thing?”
He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his face and those glasses. A couple of locks fell back against his chin, defiant. “Your interests make you unique, and more of an expert than anyone else. When you’re doing what you really want, you’ll work harder to obtain it. With just the right push, the right support, you’ll be unstoppable. It takes a very special type of person to fit in with the Academy. You’re either naturally drawn to it, or you push back and resist and never know what you’ve missed.”
“It sounds crazy.”
“Crazy works sometimes.”
I stared at him, wondering if he was just joking with me and didn’t mean anything. “Why did you want to know if I wanted to go to college? It sounds like you’ve never been. Why did you ask me about biology?”
His eyes fixed on me as if quietly asking if I really wanted to know or if I was challenging him. He leaned an arm above me against the back of the Cherokee, and bent his head close to mine. “You’re rather unique yourself. To be honest, I didn’t see you as a college girl.”
My heart started rattling in my chest. His demeanor made me feel like he shouldn’t be this close to me. He was calmness. I was too wild. “You don’t exactly look like the biologist type,” I said.
“I don’t?” he asked, though his tone made me feel like this wasn’t a surprise to him. “It’s the hair, isn’t it?”
“More like the walking around the apartment naked thing.”
He looked down at the ground without moving away. “Yeah, sorry about that. It was a late night the night before. I didn’t know you were in the apartment yet. When I heard your voice, I thought you were that damn ex-girlfriend of Marc’s. Thought I could scare her off.”
“Did you sleep naked? Late night with a girlfriend?”
He shook his head, looking back up at me. “A late night watching over a shitty little hotel, for a girl that managed to slip by my team.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“We knew where you were, and didn’t want you to run off. So I watched for most of the night.”
I kind of knew it before but it was a surprise to hear it from Axel. “You guys were stalking me?”
“You were stealing wallets.”
I grunted.
He snatched my chin between his fingers and redirected my rolling eyes to focus on his face. “But you aren’t going to do that anymore, because you promised, and I take promises very seriously.”
Those dark eyes bore into me. My lips moved with whatever retort I wanted to tell him, but my words stalled and disappeared. His eyes told me to obey and I was afraid to think of the consequences if I ever betrayed him. I knew he’d come after me.
He released my chin, and ran the back of his knuckles over the crest of my cheek. My heart thundered at the touch. Was this his way of flirting or was he just trying to keep my attention? “And I want you to stop, because to me, you don’t seem like the normal college or regular old job type. Outside of the stealing, you sound like an Academy girl.”
My eyebrow rose. “Is that why you’re telling me all this? Are you trying to recruit me?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Do you want to be recruited?”
Before I could answer him, there was the sound of footsteps on the gravel. He pulled away from me.
The squad of boys went to a couple of different cars, and started getting in. Some of the older looking ones got behind the wheels and started up engines. As they passed us, they waved at Axel, and followed up by waving at me. They didn’t ask who I was. I guess maybe they assumed I was another Academy person if I was here talking to Axel. I wondered how much they knew that I didn’t.
Axel motioned to where Raven was placing guns inside cases.
“How’d it go?” Raven asked without looking up. Before I could answer, his eyes settled on my brow. “You let her get scoped?” he asked, smirking. He knew exactly what happened and didn’t have to be told.
I grumbled, irritated, and opted to join Axel for a silent ride back to downtown Charleston.
A SUSPECT’S FRIEND IS A LEAD
Back at the Sergeant Jasper, I followed Axel inside. Raven caught up with us at the elevator.
In the hallway on the seventh floor, Axel stopped mid-step, picked out his phone and held it to his ear. I didn’t hear it go off. Vibrate?
“Yeah?” he said, his tone suddenly serious. He frowned. “On our way.” He punched the phone off and then pointed it at Raven. “We’ve got to go.”
Raven mimicked Axel’s dour expression and turned down the hall without question.
“Wait,” I said. My heart was thundering at the sudden shift of their expressions and behavior. “What’s going on? What happened?”
“Stay here,” Raven barked at me.
They returned to the elevator. Both turned at the same time, facing me, shoulder to shoulder. Something was wrong. I could feel it. “Go find Corey,” Axel said to me, more of a command than a request. “He should be in his apartment. Stay with him.”
The elevator doors closed and they were gone.
The upheaval from a moment ago settled on me. What was that all about? Some type of emergency? Did it have to do with this Coaltar? Or something else?
I wasn’t going to get answers standing in the hallway, so I tried to remember which door was Corey’s and knocked.
Corey answered, his eyebrows lifting in surprise at seeing me. “Hi,” he said. He was barefoot, and wearing a white ribbed tank shirt and a pair of long black shorts with a yellow Batman signal on the left knee. The tank shirt really showed off his broad shoulders and the lean muscle in his arms. It also clung to his stomach so I could count his abs.
“Oh man, those are awesome shorts,” I said.
His lips quirked up, but his eyebrows were still cocked as if he expected me to tell him why I was there.
“Raven and Axel just ran out,” I said. “They got a call.”
“Oh,” his eyes widened, and his hand darted to his back pocket. He pulled his phone out, turning it on and scanning the screen. “Uh ... okay. Sure. Yeah, come on in,” he said. He backed up a step. “I mean, not that you can’t come over when you want. I just ... sorry.”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I said. “If you want me to, I can just walk around downtown or...”
“No, you should stay,” he said. He closed the door behind me and grabbed my hand. “When you were standing there, you looked worried, like I should come with you somewhere else. Come on.”
I wanted to argue with him or even ask him more about this emergency and what he knew, but I let it go. Pro
bably because his face was so lit up, like he was truly happy I showed up at his door.
He led the way to his room. I paused inside the doorway, glancing at the mathematical formulas written across the walls. Some had been erased and redone since the last time I’d been there. One wall was erased completely clean. “What was on this one?”
Corey glanced at it briefly just to see what I was pointing at. “A mistake,” he said. “What were you doing today?” he asked, and I sensed he was trying to distract me from the board .
I shrugged. “I shot a gun today.”
“Is that why there’s a scope mark on your forehead?”
I reached up, touching the tender spot between my brows. “Is it bad?”
He grinned. “It’s not bad, but it’s a bit red. Does it hurt?”
“Only when I touch it.”
He captured my wrist and drew it away. His eyes softened but still held an amused glint. “Then don’t touch it.”
I smiled, unable to help the sweeping warmth running through me from his look of amused concern and his friendly touch. Being with him felt amazingly comforting. I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I did with Raven. Corey reminded me of my more memorable boyfriends back in high school.
Surprisingly similar. Did I like him?
His smile lit up his blue eyes. He squeezed my wrist gently. “What do you want to do now? Want to play a game?”
“I feel lazy,” I said. “I haven’t had a day off in forever.”
“A day off from work or a day off from stealing wallets.”
I grimaced. “Maybe both.”
Corey guided me with a light hand at the small of my back toward the bed. The bed itself was pushed up against the corner, but above it were erased chalk marks against the chalkboard paint and I wondered if he woke up in the middle of the night to make notes. He eased me down until I was sitting on the bed. He relaxed on his side, his head propped in his hand as he looked up at me. The way he did it bulged his bicep. The view sent a warm shimmer through me, reminding me how completely sexy a nerdling he really was.
It felt weird to be sitting, so I wriggled down until I was on my side next to him. Suddenly, my heart was fluttering as I realized he managed to get me lying next to him in his bed. Near him, I felt tiny. His wide shoulders were overpowering. The way the white tank shirt clung to his skin revealed lines in his abs. Part of his skin peeked out between his shorts and his shirt at his hip and I was dying to move it a little to see more. How did he do that to me? One little smile, one sweet move to get me to be more relaxed, and suddenly I was way too comfortable, more than I probably should have been since I only met him yesterday.
“What’s it like?” he asked quietly.
“What’s what like?”
“Stealing wallets. What’s it like to do that every day?”
“It sucks.” I breathed out a huge sigh. “You’re always freaked out that you’re going to get caught. You stress over every police siren like they’re coming for you. You worry you’re stealing someone’s rent money.”
“Is that why you only ever took a little bit? Not all of it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Which meant I had to take more wallets, which meant more time stalking people. I’d go look for a job for an hour and then need to go haunt different locations to get enough for rent.”
Corey grinned, revealing those white teeth in a lopsided sideways smile. “I guess it probably feels weird not to have to worry about it anymore.”
I squinted at him. “What do you mean not worry about it?”
“We’d said we’d help.”
“Yeah, but I still need a job.”
He shrugged. “Where do you want to work?”
“You guys keep asking me that. Axel was asking. But Marc said I can’t get a job right now because of Coaltar.”
“So take a few days off until we figure it out.”
“Raven said it could take a month.”
“You don’t even know where you want to work Take a month off. Sounds like you could use it..” He reached out with his foot, knocking his ankle into mine.
He was flirting! I couldn’t believe I was so excited about it; my heart was pounding. I wasn’t usually the sort to stand back and let someone else flirt with me, playing the coy girl, but with him, I fell right where he wanted me. It was like having my first crush all over again. I grinned, knocking my ankle back into his, but his foot was bigger so I barely nudged it. "It’s just all kind of crazy. I can't believe you guys caught me."
“You weren’t that difficult to find, actually.”
I sat up. “How did you? And why? Why not let the police handle it?”
Corey shrugged. “When we were told there was a pickpocket leaving wallets behind, we got curious. Most thieves don’t. It was just kind of interesting.”
“So you sent out Kevin with the jacket as a decoy?”
“We didn’t start out with that,” he said. “At first we had to figure out how you operated. We figured you’d look for easy targets in the beginning. We tried an old lady with an open purse but you never went for her.”
My breath caught. Forget the flirting. This guy had been hunting for me for a while and I never knew? “That’s how Dr. Roberts knew?”
He scratched lightly at his temple. “See, most criminals work in a similar pattern. Once they get used to a method of getting what they want, they fall into a routine going after easy targets or at least targets they are used to. Imagine our surprise when we figured out that a thief not only puts wallets back, but only takes wallets from grown guys who could defend themselves if they wanted.” He tilted his head at me. “Probably would have caught you sooner if I’d known you were a girl. I could have worked that into the equation somehow.”
I flipped over and looked at the wall where there were still slivers of lines, ghostly numbers and letters left on the board. More mathematical equations. “You used math to find me?”
“Yeah, but I was missing some data.” He reached over top of me to a basket of chalk tacked to the corner. He picked up a piece and started writing letters and numbers in an equation. He wrote with his arm stretched over me, but focused on what he was doing.
I tried to follow, but his bicep passed so close to my face, the warmth of it radiating toward me. My fingers itched to feel the smoothness of his muscles.
“This,” he said, finishing and then pointing at the formula, “is how they catch people like serial killers.”
I scanned the wall, scratching a fingernail across my eyebrow. “I’m the same equation as a serial killer?”
Corey smiled, shaking his head. “No. Math can do a lot, predict the weather or calculate political movements. But getting math to compute the randomness of humans, that’s usually very hard to piece together. Occasionally it can work. It’s called geographic profiling.” He patted the dust off his fingers, crossed his arms and leaned back against the bed. “You were an anomaly.”
“But you caught me,” I said.
“We may not have if it wasn’t for Marc paying attention. We were looking for a guy, perhaps a kid that was showing off.” His eyes studied me. “We found someone we weren’t looking for. The math was right. The assumptions we drew from the data we had were wrong. I’d have to develop another formula to calculate better.”
“So what’s my formula?” I asked.
“Haven’t figured it out yet.”
I tried to smother my grin, but in truth, I was a little proud of that. “So why can’t you use this on Coaltar?”
“He’s a completely different problem,” he said. “Right now, we don’t know the crimes he’s committing.”
“Or if he’s committed any at all.”
Corey pursed his lips, staring at the wall.
“What?” I asked, sensing there was something more to this, something he didn’t want to tell me. I planted a palm on his chest, trying to capture his attention. “If I’m going to be in hiding for a month, can’t I at least know what’s going on?”
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He sighed and then refocused his eyes on me. His gaze darkened, and his tone dropped a few octaves. “Humans fall into patterns,” he said. “We all do. It’s natural. When you fall way out of a pattern like he did, something has changed so drastically that it forces you to alter your routine. You had a routine until we interrupted.”
“Coaltar had one?”
“He was a social elite. He was interested in science, so he has a lot of connections with research facilities. He was mostly quiet and while he did travel, he pretty much stayed with his upper crust class and never strayed out. Now he’s taking off in the middle of the night to talk with gang members. He is literally risking his life going out there like that and he still does it. Like he woke up one day and decided he was going to see who he could find that would kill him. I mean, that’s how bad some of these gang members are.”
“How did you know about this?” I asked. “I mean there’s millions of people in this town. Are you monitoring them all to look for inconsistencies?”
“We’ve got a few eyes and ears in different places,” he said. “And it isn’t like that. We’re not snooping on everyone. Someone we’ve got networking in those areas saw him show up one day. One look at him and he knew he was completely out of place. When we traced back Coaltar’s cell phone to see where he’s been the last several weeks, we could see the severe change in his pattern.”
I scoffed. “You can track him with a cell phone?”
“The phone companies do.” He dug out his own cell phone, illuminating the front. “Every device you own that has a GPS unit in it can be traced if someone really wanted to. Cell phone companies keep records of you, your calls, your texts, everything. They keep records for as long as a year or two.”
I’d heard rumors of something like this, but it all sounded like conspiracy theories to me before. Could it be true? “So you’re able to check those records?”
His cheeks tinted and he turned his head to avoid my stare. “I may have access.”