THE MAZE by Catherine Counlter

She was standing in the middle of her empty living room, hands on hips, wondering where she was going to buy furniture when the doorbell rang.

No one knew she was here.

She froze, hating herself even as she felt her heart begin to pound. She had been safe at Quantico, but here, in Washington, D.C., where she was utterly alone? Her Lady Colt was in the bedroom. No, she wasn’t about to dash in there and get it. She drew in a deep breath. It was the paperboy. It was someone selling subscriptions.

The only people she knew were the eight people in the Criminal Apprehension Unit and Savich, and she hadn’t given them her address yet. Just Personnel. Would they tell anyone?

The doorbell rang again. She walked to her front door, immediately moving to stand beside it. No one would shoot through the front door and hit her. “Who is it?”

There was a pause, then, “It’s me, Lacey. Douglas.”

She closed her eyes a moment. Douglas Madigan. She hadn’t seen him for four months, nearly five months. The last time had been at her father’s house in Pacific Heights the night before she’d left for Quantico. He’d been cold and distant with her. Her mother had wept, then ranted at her for being an ungrateful girl. Douglas had said very little, just sat there on the plush leather couch in her father’s library and sipped at very expensive brandy from a very old Waterford snifter. It wasn’t an evening she liked to remember.

“Lacey? Are you there, honey?”

She’d called her father the day before. Douglas must have found out where she was from him. She watched her hand unfasten the two chains. She slowly clicked off the dead bolt and opened the door.

“I’ve got a bottle of champagne, just for us.” He waved it in her face.

“I don’t have any silverware.”

“Who cares? I don’t usually drink champagne from a spoon anyway. You nervous to see me, Lacey? Come, honey, all you need is a glass or two.”

“Sorry, my brain’s a bit scattered. I wasn’t expecting you, Douglas. Yes, I’ve got some cheap glasses. Come in.”

He followed her to the empty kitchen. She pulled two glasses from the cupboard. He said as he gently twisted the champagne cork, “I read about you in the Chronicle. You just graduated from the Academy and you already nailed a serial killer.”

She thought about that pathetic scrap, Russell Bent, who’d murdered twelve people. She hoped the inmates would kill him. He had murdered six children and she knew that prisoners hated child abusers and child killers. She shrugged. “I was just along for the ride, Douglas. It was my boss, Dillon Savich, who had already figured out who the guy was even before we went. It was amazing the way Savich handled everything-all low-key, not really saying anything to anybody. He wanted the local cops to buy in to everything he’d done, then give them the credit. He says it’s the best P.R. for the unit. Actually, I’m surprised my name was even mentioned.”

She smiled, remembering that the very next day Assistant Director Jimmy Maitland came around to congratulate everyone. It had been quite a party. “Savich told me that I had arrived just in time for the victory dance. Everyone else had done all the hard work. His main person on the case was with his wife in the hospital, having a baby, the wife, that is. And so I went in his place. Savich was right. I didn’t do a thing, just watched, listened. I’ve never seen so many happy people.”

“It was a Captain Brady of the Chicago police who thanked the FBI on TV, for all their valuable assistance. He mentioned both your names.”

“Oh dear, I bet Savich wasn’t very happy about that. I had the impression that he’d asked Captain Brady not to say anything. Oh well, it’s still very good press for the FBI. Now everyone knows about his unit.”

“Why the hell shouldn’t the two of you get the credit? He caught a serial killer, for God’s sake.”

“You don’t understand. The FBI is a group, not an individual. Loyalty is to the Bureau, not any single person.”

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