Two days later, Nathan had received twelve of the fifteen requested files. The remaining three would be delivered any time. He kissed Bella goodbye and drove in to the office.
He waved at Charlie, the desk guard, and whistled to himself as he took the elevator up to his floor. Greeting other agents as he went, he continued down the hall to his office. Nathan had commandeered a large whiteboard on wheels that he had maneuvered into his space. It was vital. With fifteen cases’ worth of data to look at, he needed all the area he could get to work with.
He knew the rough order in which the women had been reported missing and/or bodies recovered because of the basic data in NCIC. But Nathan found that sometimes he preferred to review out of order, because he often noticed little things that m
