Love me to death

prison.

Justice would be fully served. All three to five years.

For too long she’d felt helpless. Even with all the self-defense training, her education, and her dreams, Lucy had felt she needed to be doing more. Interning with Senator Jonathon Paxton on the Judiciary Committee had been interesting, but when he introduced her to Fran at WCF, it had changed Lucy’s life. She was a far stronger, better person today because of the work she did for WCF. She could almost believe she was a normal, average woman.

Even her brother Patrick had admitted the last time they’d talked that Lucy was back to her old self.

Perhaps not her old self. She was no longer the naive teenager she’d been six years ago when she trusted too easily and thought she was invincible. But she’d finally let go of most of the pain and anger. Some righteous anger, the outrage for injustices in the world, kept her focused on what was important. Saving the innocent. Stopping criminals. Her inner drive was so strong that if she didn’t get into the FBI, she’d find something else in criminal justice. She could go to law school and become a prosecutor. Or join a local police force. Or even go to medical school and become a psychiatrist specializing in crime victims.

But instead she wanted to be on the cutting edge of federal law enforcement in cybercrime.

Talking to predators like Prenter, even in the anonymity of a secure chat room, made her physically ill, but it was for a greater good and taught her more about cybercrime than years in the classroom.

Lucy had done her part to entice Prenter-playing coy and sexy, never suggesting they meet but always giving him the opportunity. He’d asked once, early on in their online chatting, about “hooking up” somewhere, but she’d declined. If she made it too easy for him, he’d smell a cop. And if the case ever came to trial-highly unlikely because he was a registered sex offender on parole-WCF would need to testify that Prenter had plenty of opportunities to walk away, that he actively pursued his intended victim.

The second time he asked, she again declined, but hinted that she was interested, just busy. She’d never suggest a meeting, because WCF played by the same rules as law enforcement-don’t give them a chance to cry entrapment. Be as passive as possible while still giving the pervert the hints he needed to convince himself that he could have sex with the person behind the computer.

At 6:10, Lucy’s computer softly beeped. aka_tanya received a private message from bradman703.

bradman703: u there?

aka_tanya: yep. studying. sorta. lol.

bradman703: u free tonight?

Lucy’s pulse quickened.

aka_tanya: i have a big test

bradman703: 2mrrw?

aka_tanya: where?

bradman703: ur choice

Even though Prenter was on parole and Lucy wasn’t a cop-so this wasn’t technically entrapment-the conversation was moving into the gray area. Lucy would much prefer to have Prenter pick the place.

aka_tanya: i dunno. someplace fun. close to fx.

bradman703: Firehouse?

Lucy rolled her eyes. She didn’t hang out at bars, but everyone under the age of thirty knew of the Fairfax- area meat market that catered to a rowdy college crowd. Lots of drinking, music played too loud, and crowded. Not a place for quiet conversation; definitely a place to hook up. It was perfect for men like Prenter, and perfect for the WCF operation.

aka_tanya: fab. time?

bradman703: 8?

aka_tanya:

Lucy smiled herself as she typed the online happy face.

Fran called from the doorway: “Ten, nine, eight-”

“I got him!” she called out as she quickly typed a message to Prenter that she was logging off to study.

Then she sent the transcripts of all her conversations from the afternoon to her personal email, shut down each of the chat rooms she was monitoring, and logged off. She sent Officer Cody Lorenzo a text message.

Prenter will be waiting for “aka_tanya” at the Firehouse, eight tomorrow.

“You got Prenter?” Fran looked over Lucy’s shoulder. “Good.”

“Hope so. Cody has twenty-four hours to set it up, Prenter picked the time and place.” She spontaneously gave Fran a hug. “Finally, I feel like I’ve accomplished something!”

“It’s been a while since we had a victory, but don’t count your chickens before-”

“They squawk. Right.” But nothing was going to diminish Lucy’s good mood. Now she had something to celebrate with her brother. She glanced at her watch. She was definitely going to have to run. “I wish I could be there when Cody arrests him.”

“Lucy, you know the rules.” Fran forbade any of them from getting involved in the field, even on the periphery.

“I know, I know.” Lucy shut down her monitor and grabbed her raincoat and scarf from under her desk. “I’ll be satisfied with Cody’s report.” Not as satisfied as seeing Brad Prenter’s expression when he realized his date was a setup, but it would have to be enough.

Movement in the lobby caught Lucy’s eye. Fran glanced over to the doorway at the same time Lucy did.

“Jonathon.” Fran smiled. “You’re early.”

“You work too hard, Fran.” Senator Jonathon Paxton kissed her cheek lightly. “Hello, Lucy.”

Lucy hid her grin. No wonder Fran wanted her out on time! She had a date, though Fran would never categorize her occasional evenings out with Senator Paxton as “dates.” She said it was all business, but Lucy had hopes that two of her favorite people would get together.

Lucy stood and gave the senator a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“Fran and I have a lot to discuss before Saturday night. You will be at the fund-raiser, correct?”

“Of course,” she said automatically, though she didn’t want to go. She would do anything to support Fran and WCF, but she never liked the large public events. Her brother Patrick had promised to attend with her, but then he got an assignment out of state. He wouldn’t be back in time, which meant Lucy had to go alone.

“See you both later,” she said and pulled on her coat. She draped her purse over her shoulder.

“Need a ride?” Fran asked.

“The Metro is only three blocks away,” Lucy said. “But thanks.”

She left WCF and stepped into the chilly air. She loved walking and didn’t even mind the cold that much- though she still missed sunny, temperate So-Cal. She pulled her scarf up to cover her ears and neck and walked briskly toward the Metro.

The cold brought goose-bumps to her arms, like fingernails on a chalkboard. She told herself it was the frigid weather, but she knew better-the feeling of being watched was far too familiar. She faked a cough and stepped to the side so she could discreetly observe the people walking around her, the traffic on the street, the dinner crowd eating in the restaurant on the other side. A man passed her, nodded a greeting, and kept walking.

She sighed, frustrated with herself for being paranoid. For six years she’d never been able to shake the sensation that people were looking at her, that they knew what had happened, and somehow blamed her for her fate. The sensations had faded over time, but Lucy doubted they would ever disappear completely.

Her past would always be chasing her, no matter what she did.

“Suck it up,” she whispered to herself.

You’re about to put a rapist back in prison. You have a lot to celebrate.

With that thought, she continued toward the Metro station, hyperaware of the people around her.

TWO

After ten years as an officer in the U.S. Air Force, Special Agent Noah Armstrong gave and took orders in