“You always wanted to be a Profiler?”
“Yes. I read John Douglas’s book Mindhunter and thought that’s what I wanted to do. Actually I’ve been interested in law enforcement for a very long time, thus my major in college and graduate school.” It was a lie, but that didn’t matter. She told it easily, with no hesitation. She had practically come to believe it herself over the past several years. “I wanted to help get those monsters out of society. But after the lectures by people from ISU, after seeing what they see on a day-today basis for just a week, I knew I wouldn’t be able to deal with the horror of it. The Profilers see unspeakable butchery. They live with the results of it. Every one of those monsters leaves a deep mark on them. And the victims, the victims …” She drew a deep breath. “I knew I couldn’t do it.” So now she’d go after bank robbers and he would remain free and she wanted to cry. All this time and commitment and incredibly hard work, and she was going to go after bank robbers. She should have just quit, but the truth of the matter was that she just didn’t have the energy to redefine herself again, and that’s what it would mean.
Mr. Petty said only, “I couldn’t either. Most folks couldn’t. The burnout rate is incredible in the unit. Marriages don’t do well either. Now, you did excellently at the Academy. You handle firearms well, particularly in mid-distances, you excel at self-defense, you ran the two miles in under sixteen minutes, and your situation judgment was well above average. There’s a little footnote here that says you managed to take down Dillon Savich in a Hogan’s Alley exercise, something neverbefore done by a trainee.” He looked up, his eyebrows raised. “Is that true?”
She remembered her rage when he’d disarmed her twice. Then, just as suddenly, she remembered her laughter when he’d walked away, his boxer shorts showing through the big rip in his pants. “Yes,” she said, “but it was my partner, Porter Forge, who threw me his SIG so I could shoot him. Otherwise I would have died in the line of duty.”
“But it was Dillon who bought the big one,” Petty said. “I wish I could have seen it.” He gave her the most gleeful grin she’d ever seen. Even that bushy mustache of his couldn’t hide it. It was irresistible. It made him suddenly very human.
“It also says that you pulled a Lady Colt .38 on him after he’d knocked the SIG out of your hand. Do you still have this gun?”
“Yes, sir. I learned to use it when I was nineteen. I’m very comfortable with it.”
“I suppose we can all live with that. Ah, I know everyone must comment on your name, Agent Sherlock.”
“Oh yes, sir. No stone left unturned, so to speak, over the years. I’m used to it now.”
“Then I won’t say anything about offering you a pipe.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Let me tell you about your new assignment, Agent Sherlock,” Petty said, and she thought, because I don’t have any guts, I’m going to be catching jerks who rob banks. He continued, “The criminal you brought down in Hogan’s Alley, namely, Dillon Savich, has asked that you be reassigned to his unit.”
Her heart started pounding. “Here in Washington?”
“Yes.”
In one of those huge rooms filled with computers? Oh God, no. She’d rather have bank robbers. She didn’t want to play with computers. She was competent with computer programming, but she was far from an intuitive genius like Savich. The stories about what he could do with a computer were told and retold at the Academy. He was a legend. She couldn’t imagine working for a legend. On the other hand, wouldn’t he have access to everything? Just maybe-“What is his unit?”
“It’s the Criminal Apprehension Unit, or CAU for short.
They work with the Investigative Services Unit for background and profiles, get their take on things, that sort of thing. Then they deal directly with local authorities when a criminal takes his show on the road-in other words, when a criminal goes from one state to another. Agent Savich has developed a different approach for apprehending criminals. I’ll let him tell you about it. You will be using your academic qualifications, Agent Sherlock. We do try to match up agents’ interests and areas of expertise with their assignments. Although you might have seriously doubted that if you’d gotten sent to Los Angeles.”