"Cierra Stone, paging Cierra Stone." "Shit Gracie! What can that be about now?" I put the brush down and turned to my roommate. "You won't know until you go see." "I hope there isn't anything more for me to study, this guy is like a freaking shadow as it is. I don't know why they think I'll be any help, since they haven't been able to nail him in the last ten years or so, and I'm not sure why they need a profiler on this one, hasn't he been profiled to death?" "Girl kill that noise, you know you have mad skills beyond profiling, otherwise they'd never have tapped you for the job, besides, that piece of eye candy is the best subject they've got going in the bureau these days, yum." She twitched her eyebrows at me in her comical way. "How can you tell? Every picture's a profile shot, it's almost as if he knows where the cameras are and keeps his face in the shadows." "Well, I heard from this girl that was in one of my classes that he's fuck
Not only that, but the guy was a career ender. Quite a few of my colleagues had lost their jobs or positions after tussling with this guy, and I knew what my superiors expected of me as the only female to ever go up against this mastermind; they didn't just want me to use my mind, I was pretty sure they wanted me to use a lot more than that if push came to shove; that's how desperate they'd become. *** I needed a little downtime to get the stench of the last few days off of me, so I decided to relax by taking my boat out on the water for a little spin. One of my pleasures, sailing, in fact I like anything to do with leisure, yachting, racing boats, cars and bikes; I even enjoyed a little rock climbing every once in a while. Those things kept me sharp, because they involved staying very focused in order to avoid danger. Today, with the business of filth out of the way, my mind turned to more pleasant enticements; like the eyes of one Cierra Stone. I felt the tigh
The music sounded like something out of a fast paced movie; one of those race car things with ex-cons always coming out on top; how fitting. I hadn't wanted to make my debut in this way and in this place, Hank Mancini's reportedly favorite nightclub. I'm essentially on his turf but word on the street is that he has a job in the works and we needed to move fast. I'd barely landed in the city before I was being put out to pasture. Agent Sarkozy had met me at the airport as prearranged and literally went right to it. He was rattling off Intel before we reached baggage claims. " Our boy has something in the works lots of movement in the last couple days. He also met with Jason Laramie another known criminal who always seems to stay one step ahead of us but we feel pretty positive about this one." He seemed overly excited and just a tad hyper active he also talked as fast as he walked. "In the last two days or so Mancini has been seen making the rounds so to speak, this gu
I'd barely got enough of a glimpse of broad shoulders in a black V-neck black label with just a speck of white from the undershirt; his hand played with the glass he held between long tapered fingers. No doubt manicured to a high-gloss because for all his criminal mien the guy seemed to like his prissy comforts. Manicures every Tuesday, I'm a female and even I didn't have time to get that done as often as I'd like. I knew his itinerary by heart; aside from the mani-pedis he had a standing appointment every Thursday with one of the top stylists in the city to get his hair done. He bought all his designer suits, well the ones he bought in New York at least from the same high-end menswear design store heavy on the Armani and Gucci. He owns homes in almost every major city here and in Europe or his family does at least and those were only the ones we knew of. It was thought that his net worth was well above a hundred billion and counting; that's way too much money for someone so y
Poor thing she's so out of her element; I'd read her file, knew all about her background her education, her friends so I knew this wasn't the type of place she frequented, from what little I'd gathered so far Ms. Stone was a little bit of a recluse, something we both had in common. I know about the one short-lived affair she'd had in college, the way that had ended but not necessarily the why; I probably knew more about her than the bureau had on me. I was tempted to approach her first but then I thought nah, let her work for it. She had no idea that I knew who she was and I couldn't wait to see how she handled her approach. I know the deal is for me not to know who she is like some sort of Mata Hari I guess but they knew I wouldn't be that easy so I wondered what angle they'd decided to use to draw me in. I had to admit that for all my sordid dealings with the opposite sex she had something new, I'm not sure if it was her air of innocence that she tried so hard to hid
I could see that threw her since she wasn't expecting me to capitulate that easily. It was easy to since I had no plans on letting this farce go much farther but it was nice putting her through her paces. "I'm interested in renting out your space maybe having a private party for a hundred people or so." I looked at her for a minute before answering, let her sweat. "Sorry not interested." "Pardon?" Oh that ruffled your feathers did it sweetheart? "It wouldn't be cost-effective for me to do that; I make more money in one hour than I would by renting you the space for such a small number, unless you were willing to pay the premium plus overhead, plus the fee per person not to mention the liquor charge. So you see your little venture really doesn't hold any appeal for me." Chew on that agent Stone let's see what else you have in that bag of tricks of yours, her eyes smoldered for just a second before she got it under control.
"So Cierra Stone tell me about yourself." "What would you like to know Mr. Mancini?" Did she have any idea of the danger she was in right now with that flirty look she was throwing my way? I wondered how much of that was real and how much was her job because I had no doubt that she was attracted as I was but she was a cool one. Not by so much as a twinge did she give away any sign of discomfort at this new turn of events, in fact other than the slight color in her cheeks there was nothing to give her away; well done agent Stone. I'd read her profile from front to back so I knew this was her first real field operation; so far she'd been tested in controlled situations but this little gander was her first foray into the real world; too bad she was going to fail. "What would you like to tell me Cierra?" Like a cat with a trapped mouse; the imagined visual almost made me smile. "That's a weird way to put it what if I wished to remain a mystery? Afte
Denise came back with the appetizer platter and a new glass for Cierra, it hadn't escaped my notice that she seemed a little out of sorts I'll have to have a word with her about her attitude around the customers. Cierra didn't seem too impressed by her either as I noticed a slight change in her body language. "So what's it going to be?" I questioned as soon as we were alone again. She took a deep swallow before lifting her eyes to mine; my gut clenched, there was definitely something going on behind those eyes of hers but even more than that was the pull I'd felt from the first moment I laid eyes on her photograph. She had something in her that pulled at the heart of me and regardless of the reasons for her being here I'm not going to stop until I'd explored all the possibilities. Let's hope we both made it out unscathed. "I'm not sure how to answer your question I don't think I've ever been put in such a position before." "What you're not accus