Absolute Pleasure. Jamie Denton Ann

drenched in sarcasm. “You know, in between pissing in the bushes and sweating like a friggin’ pig out here on the hottest day of the year. Hell yes, I have a point. Weidman pulled up something on your boy and I thought you should know about it.”

      She wasn’t sure she appreciated Agent Weidman’s checking up on her UNSUB or his aggressiveness. A lead was still a lead, and considering her current level of progress, she’d withhold judgment for the time being. “My apologies, Jack. What’d he find?”

      “The kid ran a basic background check. Chamberlain has an impressive résumé with a ton of high-end experience as an investigator.”

      “Chamberlain?” As in Duncan Chamberlain, the hottie capable of melting granite and a whole lot more. Not the UNSUB as she’d mistakenly assumed.

      Dread crept up her spine and settled in her shoulders. A knot of tension formed at the base of her skull and began to throb in a slow, steady rhythm.

      “You wanna take a shot at where he got his training?”

      Sunny briefly closed her eyes. “Where?” she asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer.

      “Quantico, Virginia, Mac.” Jack’s tone sobered. “The son of a bitch is FBI.”