"We can hit the ground running on this one. We can get down there and we can hunt. We can stop him." Samantha's gaze lifted to meet Tucker's. "We can prove that this unit is exactly what the FBI needs. We know killers and now it's our turn to show everyone just what we can do."
Tucker eased out a slow breath. "You know I want to be on the plane." The one that would be leaving to fly down to New Orleans that very night. She'd told him about that flight during their brief premeeting chat, too.
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"And you're going." She nodded. "You and Macey are heading out tonight. Evaluate the scene, see exactly what we're dealing with and then make contact with me again. If you need additional backup, Bowen and I will be ready to go."
Back to Louisiana. "The location is different." That was something that was already nagging at him. "Jason Frost killed in Baton Rouge, not New Orleans." And he had to ask. "Was the victim alive when she went into the freezer?"
He saw Macey flinch.
"The coroner doesn't know yet. When you get down to New Orleans, visit the coroner's office and see what she's learned." She pointed toward Macey. "The fact that you're a medical doctor is going to come in handy for us-I want your eyes on the victim. Make sure nothing gets missed with her."
"Absolutely."
"Okay, then." Samantha straightened her shoulders. "You all have files that I passed out earlier-take a look at them. They contain information on Jason Frost and his victims, including the one woman who managed to escape."
Slowly, Tucker returned to his seat. He opened the folder that had been set out for him, and he found a picture of Dawn Alexander staring back at him. It was a picture that had been taken of her when she'd been at the hospital. Her big green eyes were blank, glassy. Bruises and cuts covered her body.
Sonofabitch. Pain knifed right through his heart. Time should have lessened the pain. It hadn't. He didn't think it ever would.
"One of the things that concerns me most about this case is Dawn Alexander," Samantha murmured. "Because the only surviving victim of the Iceman? She's living in New Orleans... The exact place our new perp is using for his hunting grounds."
* * *
"DAWN!" HE TURNED, frantic to find her. He'd been screaming her name, but she hadn't called back to him. She wasn't at his car. She wasn't in that shit-forsaken cabin. She wasn't on the old dirt road that led out of that place.
She'd vanished. She'd run from him. Because she was afraid.
"Dawn, I swear, I am not going to hurt you!" He'd taken a flashlight from his car and he'd shone it onto the ground. That was when he saw the blood drops, leading into the thick, twisting woods behind the cabin. One drop, another, another... Tucker started following them. "Jason isn't here any longer!" He hadn't seen his brother's body come back up because he'd been so frantic to find Dawn and make sure she was all right. She'd been covered in so much blood. He needed to check her out. He needed to make absolutely certain she wasn't going to die out at that cabin.
Another soul taken.
He pushed through the woods. The branches tore at him, but he didn't care. There was more blood there. Some high up on a tree, forming a bloody hand print as if she'd stopped to brace herself. Other drops were low, on leaves, as if they'd dripped from her body as she fled.
He kept walking ahead, calling for her, following that blood trail, but she never spoke back to him. Never called out for him to help her.
He knew why. Because she was afraid. Because Dawn thought that he was just as much of a monster as his brother.
And the problem was...she was right.
* * *
"WE'RE ABOUT TO LAND."
He jerked at the soft voice, his gaze shooting to the right. Macey Night gave him a worried frown. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?" Her unusual eyes-one blue and one brown-showed her concern as she stared at him. "I was talking to the captain. He said we'd be touching down soon." She slid into the seat across from him and hooked the seat belt over her lap. "I thought you'd want to know."
He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He'd been staring out of the window, trying to get into the head of the killer they were facing, but memories of Dawn had come back to haunt him.
"You said her name."
His hand tightened around the armrest. "Didn't realize I talked in my sleep."
Macey stared straight at him. "May I ask...what was it like?"
"To kill my own brother?" His voice was cold. He was cold. He had to have that ice to block off his emotions. Otherwise...