The uniform had balls.
"I'm sorry, I think you're confusing that with a request. Take me to the lead detective, now officer or I'll have you busted back down to traffic duty so fast you won't even notice you left this hotel."
There was the fear in his eyes she was looking for.
"Good thinking, probie--you go interview the band members see if you can come up with anything. Call in any resources you feel you need. I'm going to look over the scene see what the ME and detectives can tell us."
She parted from the younger woman with a wink.
"Happy hunting."
The cop led her down the corridor through the police tape and into the penthouse suite. She smelled the familiar copper in the air before she ever saw the blood--and there was a lot of it. The body had been mauled and dragged across the room. The furniture was destroyed, torn to bits with what looked like slash marks across the expensive fabric.
"Detective Raime, this is Special Agent Wesson, FBI."
"Thank you, officer." A tall, dark haired and attractive man stood from a puddle of gore and removed a glove to shake her hand.
"Lieutenant Jack Raime, wasn't aware we'd called in the Feds." His green eyes hinted slightly at his natural defensiveness over his case.
Allison smiled. "Special Agent Allison Wesson, and you didn't--don't worry I'm not here to take over your investigation, Lieutenant, just here to observe. The Bureau's interest is piqued, that's all." She felt her cheeks color slightly. She had another reason to like this hunt.
"Well, if you're here to play nice, Agent Wesson, we shouldn't have any trouble. What do you know so far?"
"High profile rocker, possible animal attack."
"Wild animal this far off the ground--yeah, my thought exactly." He caught her look of disbelief. "Victim had all the windows covered, doors locked throughout the suite at time of the attack. Now why would he do that unless..."
Allison broke in. "Unless he was expecting the attack."
"I'm sorry, I think you're confusing that with a request. Take me to the lead detective, now officer or I'll have you busted back down to traffic duty so fast you won't even notice you left this hotel."
There was the fear in his eyes she was looking for.
"Good thinking, probie--you go interview the band members see if you can come up with anything. Call in any resources you feel you need. I'm going to look over the scene see what the ME and detectives can tell us."
She parted from the younger woman with a wink.
"Happy hunting."
The cop led her down the corridor through the police tape and into the penthouse suite. She smelled the familiar copper in the air before she ever saw the blood--and there was a lot of it. The body had been mauled and dragged across the room. The furniture was destroyed, torn to bits with what looked like slash marks across the expensive fabric.
"Detective Raime, this is Special Agent Wesson, FBI."
"Thank you, officer." A tall, dark haired and attractive man stood from a puddle of gore and removed a glove to shake her hand.
"Lieutenant Jack Raime, wasn't aware we'd called in the Feds." His green eyes hinted slightly at his natural defensiveness over his case.
Allison smiled. "Special Agent Allison Wesson, and you didn't--don't worry I'm not here to take over your investigation, Lieutenant, just here to observe. The Bureau's interest is piqued, that's all." She felt her cheeks color slightly. She had another reason to like this hunt.
"Well, if you're here to play nice, Agent Wesson, we shouldn't have any trouble. What do you know so far?"
"High profile rocker, possible animal attack."
"Wild animal this far off the ground--yeah, my thought exactly." He caught her look of disbelief. "Victim had all the windows covered, doors locked throughout the suite at time of the attack. Now why would he do that unless..."
Allison broke in. "Unless he was expecting the attack."