He shook his head. 'Nothing concrete.'
Olivia looked as if she'd like to say more, but put it aside and folded her hands as she faced Jack across the battered width of her desk. 'Tell me about the Latin notes.'
'First the basics,' Jack said. 'Serial killer, four deaths so far that we're sure of. The UNSUB stopped four years ago, and we thought he'd finished, died or was incarcerated.' He paused and reached into his briefcase. 'Hopefully dead.'
'UNSUB?'
'Sorry, criminal code for unknown subject, the person whose identity we don't know. Several weeks ago, we discovered another body similar in M.O. to the first one. M.O., that's
'Didn't mean to be condescending.'
'Come on, Jack.' She flashed that enigmatic expression she'd always had and did the slow blink that was surely unconscious, and which he'd always found intriguing and slightly arousing. Her dark hair glistened in the overhead lighting. The shape of her mouth and the fullness of her lower lip reminded him of their velvet softness against his neck and cheek. Dangerous to go there, he warned himself.
'The notes,' Olivia prompted.
He shook himself back to reality. 'They came after the first two murders,' he began and filled her in on the details.
'And all three notes were penned in Latin?'
He handed her the plastic bag. The notes were inside, arranged back to back. Each side was labeled with date and location in the lower right corner.
She peered curiously at one side and then the other.
'Never faithful,' Jack finished, wryly. 'Opposite of the Marine Corps motto.'
'There are how many murders now?'
'Four.' He hesitated, picking his way through the mine field of her worry. 'But I need to tell you something.'
A quick flash of concern furrowed her brow. 'What?'
'Did you know the Bigler County Sheriff is Ben Slater?'
The surprise on her face was genuine.
'You didn't know?'
'I just moved from the Bay Area a few months ago. I'm still new to the Sacramento area.' Her face lit up with delight. 'Slater, here? And sheriff? That's bizarre.'
'You haven't kept in touch?'
'No, he went away to college and… well, we lost track of each other, I guess.'
'He's helping me on the DLK case,' Jack said, watching her reaction, 'but he doesn't know I've enlisted your aid, too.'
Olivia eyed him cautiously. 'Is my involvement a secret?'
'No, but I'd like the three of us to meet at the end of his shift today.'
'Why?'
He frowned. 'When I visited him this morning, a one eighty-seven call came through dispatch.'
'One eighty-seven?'
'It's code for murder.'
Her face paled with alarm. 'Oh, God, you think it's Keisha?'
'It's too early to worry, Olivia. Slater will let us know as soon as she's identified.'
'A woman?'
Jack nodded. 'She's probably not your student, and the body's not related to the case.'
Olivia touched his hand. Even in that brief moment he was conscious of the roughness of his skin beneath her cool fingers.
'Thanks,' she said and he heard the reluctant gratitude in her voice.
Jack felt himself at the edge of a dangerous precipice, his footing giving way on the slippery slope of memory. His jaw tightened and suddenly he felt like hauling off and punching something. Or someone. The urge to violence unsettled him. He struggled to control the side of his nature that fought to leap out like some bestial Mr. Hyde.
When Jack and Olivia arrived at the courthouse, she touched his arm briefly. 'I want to see Ben alone for a minute.' Jack saw by the determined set of her jaw that it wasn't a request.
'All right.' He'd allow her this small reunion, he thought, and wandered toward the coffee urn in the corner of the bullpen while she knocked on the closed office door.
All Jack heard was a brusque 'Enter,' and the soft clicking of the door behind her.
When Slater strode out some fifteen minutes later and waved him into his office, Jack took in the man's sun- darkened face, high with color. Seated in the visitor's chair, Olivia looked… hell, she looked happy, even though tears lay like frozen drops at the edges of her eyes.
He shut down the idea of Livvie and Slater making each other happy, tapped down feelings of jealousy. Slater had always seen Olivia as a kid, a little sister, someone he was honor bound to protect. That wouldn't have changed.
'I got a call from your boss,' Slater grumbled, waving Jack toward a padded folding chair, 'and I'm about to get another visit from mine. Apparently your organization seems to think they're the only big dogs in the pack.'
Jack guessed immediately what'd happened. The Judge had weaved his magic, made the proper contacts, and gotten the official support of the Bigler County District Attorney Charles Barrington. A county D.A. was the sheriff's boss, and Jack sensed that Slater and Barrington had antagonism between them.
Before Slater could sit, his intercom buzzed again.
Connie's throaty voice came over the system. 'D.A.'s here, Chief. I put him in the waiting area,' she cackled.
Slater smiled thinly. 'Make him wait a few minutes and then send him in.' He turned to Jack and looked pointedly at Olivia. 'You didn't say she was involved in this.'
Jack shrugged. 'The Invictus Director insisted on her assisting with the case.'
At that moment the door swung open and a short man in his late thirties stormed into the office. 'I've been waiting.' Barrington snarled.
When Jack stood and introduced Olivia and himself, however, Barrington's face turned beatific. He pumped Jack's hand enthusiastically. 'We're happy to help the federal government in any way we can, Agent Holt.' He threw Olivia a dismissive glance, and she sank back into her chair, an unreadable expression on her face.
'The Organization appreciates your support, Mr. Barrington.'
'Great!' The district attorney rubbed his palms together like a chef ready to serve up his specialty. 'You have our absolute cooperation, Agent Holt. Anything you want, anything at all, it's yours – deputies, Sheriff Slater, Dr. Gant.'
Jack wondered how Olivia liked being a bartered item and caught her rolling her eyes.
Silence reigned for a full minute after Barrington left.
'Okay, Jack,' Slater said. 'Tell us what we need to know.'
Two hours later, Jack had outlined the basic facts of the Dead Language Killer case. With chilling concern Olivia