Rachel looked back out to the reception windows. She eyed a couple holding hands as they walked to one of the windows. The fact that she and Peter had been trying to have a second child weighed on her. From trying to bring life into the world to being taken out of it in just a matter of hours…it was beyond jarring.

Rachel nearly started to brainstorm a bit more, but a woman in a generic doctors smock came walking to them from the long hallway to the right of the receptionist windows. She looked hurried and annoyedwhich was apparently a common theme today.

Im Dr. Jergens, she said. I take it youre the FBI agents?

We are, Rachel said, getting to her feet.

Ive been informed that you want a list of women that are due for fertility treatments over the next week or so. But surely you understand I cant just give out that sort of personal information.

I understand the principle of it, yes, Rachel said. But two women have been murdered in a span of three days and this is the only link between themand its a very strong one. This is not coincidence. Hes targeting the women because of their fertility treatments. Ive been working these sorts of cases long enough to tell you with almost one hundred percent certainty that hell do it again. I have no idea how he knows or how hes getting this information, but it seems he is.

Still, there are rules and

Rachel lowered her voice and stepped closer to Jergens. With all due respect, this killer doesnt give a damn about any rules. If I leave here without that list, I have no way of knowing who is next. And Id rather you break some rules and give me the list now than have me back in here in a few days with a third body on our handsa third name in your database. Would you give me this same argument then?

The shift in Dr. Jergens face told Rachel that shed convinced her. But Jergens was not at all happy about it. Wait here, she said. Ill bring you your list. And I need you to sign a few papers if Im handing over that sort if information.

Of course.

Jergens stormed away and Rachel took her seat again. She was aware of Jack looking at her and waited for him to say something. As usual, he did not disappoint.

Dont take this the wrong way, he said. But you were sort of a bitch. Dont get me wrong…I kind of love it. But yikes.

She turned to him and she saw that he was smiling. They knew one another well enough for her to know not to take offense to his name calling. Theyd certainly called each other worse in their few years together, and it was always in good fun.