They made record time to the FBI’s gleaming, glass-fronted building in Sorrento Valley, home to much of San Diego’s high-tech industry. They rode in Lynch’s Ferrari, and for once Kendra resisted the urge to tease Lynch about his expensive, overcompensating-for-something wheels.
Her gesture didn’t go unnoticed. “No snide remarks about the car?” he said as he parked. “Now I know you’re upset. Either that, or you’ve finally learned to respect my ride.”
“There’s also the third option.”
“And that is?”
“I’m grateful for what you’re doing for me. So you get a onetime pass.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Although … the way you were stroking that gearstick makes me a little uncomfortable. It’s really kind of disturbing. I know you have feelings for this car, but should I leave you two alone for a little while?”
Lynch shook his head. “That’s the Kendra I know. The world still spins on its axis. So much for the free pass.”
“You got a pass by my not mentioning the two women you’ve had in this car in the past week. Young women, probably midtwenties. You liked one of them, the Latina woman, well enough to bring her back to your house.”
He shook his head. “Okay, I definitely need to know how you knew that.”
“Later.” She opened the door. “We have work to do.”
*
SPECIAL AGENT IN CHARGE MICHAEL GRIFFIN stood in the corridor outside the FBI crime lab, staring at the jacket in Kendra’s outstretched hand. “You’re kidding, right?”
“That’s what that LAPD detective asked. I thought you’d know better.” She shoved the jacket toward him. “It’s on the left sleeve. It could mean nothing or everything, but we won’t know until it’s tested.”
Griffin looked at her, then at Lynch. “You two are tough enough to take when I have to deal with you separately. How did you come to team up on this?”
Lynch scratched the back of his head. “You know, I’m still trying to figure that out myself. I think I was shanghaied.”
“Uh-huh. And what if I tell you that our lab is already on a weekslong backlog?”
Lynch crossed his arms and smiled. “I’d say you should expect a call. Soon.”
Griffin cursed. “The last time you said that, I got an extremely unpleasant phone call from the Deputy Director of the Justice Department.”
“Good. Then you already have some history together. You’ll have something to talk about.”
Griffin sighed and took the jacket. “Fine. But even if I bump this to the front of the line, it’s not something that can be done in an hour.”
“When?” Kendra persisted.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Or I’ll have the lab guys call you.” Griffin glared at Lynch. “Don’t bother to sic your patrons on me. It’s the best I can do.”
Lynch nodded. “Understood.”
Griffin turned to Kendra. “Listen … I’ll put in a call to Santa Monica PD. I’ll make sure they keep us in the loop on their investigation.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Thank you.”
He shrugged. “I can imagine what this guy means to you, Kendra. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.” He turned and disappeared through the double doors that led into the lab.
Lynch shook his head. “Damn.”
“What?”
“I’ve practically made a career of disliking that man. Then he goes and pulls a stunt like that.”
“You mean being decent.”
“Yeah, the nerve of that guy, huh.”
“Yeah, some nerve.” Kendra smiled and turned to walk back down the hallway.
He fell into step with her. “What now?”
“I guess we wait.”
“Like hell. I know you better than that, Kendra. You’re not going to twiddle your thumbs while you wait for the lab to do its thing.”
“No, I mean … You’ve done what I asked you to do.”
He sighed. “And now you’re done with me? How cruel.”
“I figured you have better things to do than traipsing along with me on a case that may not be a case.”
He stepped close to her. “Haven’t you noticed I enjoy traipsing with you? It’s always an experience. It’s the most fun I’ve had in the past couple of years.”
“You have a strange idea of fun.”
He flashed that million-dollar smile at her again. Was he trying to be irresistible, or did it just come naturally to him? He was trying, she decided, though he didn’t have to try very hard.
“I mean it,” he said. “Where do we start?”
“I’m going to the mountains. Big Bear.”
“Why?”
“I could tell from Waldridge’s shoes and tires that he’d been in snow recently. They were frosted with rock salt. That doesn’t leave much of Southern California left. And he had a tag on his suitcase labeled L35.”
Lynch nodded. “Big Bear City Airport.”
“You knew that off the top of your head? I had to Google it on my phone when we were driving here.”
He shrugged. “I get around.”
“Anyway, I figure I’ll drive up there and ask some questions.”
“Now?”
“Like you said, thumb-twiddling isn’t my style.”
“I don’t like the idea of driving. It’s getting dark, and the roads are icy and slick up there. I think it would be better if—”