“My friend isn’t on the case, but he’s sending over the file. Give me a sec.” Jethro pushed a few buttons on his phone.

It did help to have connections, now didn’t it? Angus twirled a pen between his fingers.

“Ah. All right.” Jethro read quickly. “The victim was called Lori Chen and she was a twenty-four-year-old graduate student in business administration at Georgetown.” He scanned down on the phone. “Suspect is her ex, Levi Mackelson. They lived together briefly and there were two domestic calls. According to the file, they broke up two months ago.”

Angus set down the pen. “Any priors on Mackelson besides the domestics?”

“No.” Jethro looked up. “No alibi, at least from the little bit in this file. He only spoke for a few minutes before demanding an attorney.”

Angus needed to talk to this man. It’d been a while since he’d profiled anybody, but he couldn’t have lost his edge that much. “Anything else?”

Jethro read the face of his phone and then whistled. “The lawyer was big-time, there wasn’t enough to hold Mackelson, so he was let go.” Jet winced. “I have a name and an address. I suppose you want to go and have a little visit?”

Of course he wanted to go. Angus stood and fetched his leather jacket from the far chair. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“I have to join you, if for no other reason than to keep you from hitting this jackass. That would get me in trouble with the authorities.” Jethro stretched as he stood and took a moment to put weight on his healed leg.

Angus paused. “How’s the leg anyway?”

“Aches, which means it’s raining,” Jethro said shortly. He’d been shot while helping Wolfe on an Op. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Angus faltered and pulled his badge out of his jacket, then put it on the table. His HDD-issued Glock was next.

Jethro straightened. “Force?”

Angus lifted a shoulder. “If I’m with HDD, I can’t talk to him without a lawyer.” He strode out of the room before Jethro could stop him.

* * *

Nari rode the fancy elevator up to the top floor of HDD headquarters and slipped her identification back into her handbag. Soft music played from the speakers, and the spacious lift smelled like orange-infused cleanser. Oddly enough, she missed the rickety deathtrap of the team’s office. She held her breath as she ascended, hoping nobody else entered the elevator on the way up. The last thing she needed right now was to run into her asshole of an ex.

She reached the top floor and forced her shoulders down where they belonged. She’d been summoned and that was never a good thing.