𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 to his lower back as he stands beneath the sweltering sun. when holden returned from georgia, he had expected a reprieve from the heat. but he only traded muggy atlanta for searing shreveport.
yesterday the bsu received a call from the shreveport police department requesting their input on an ongoing series of arsons. they were out the door as soon as the last of the files made it through the fax machine. our response time can be twice as fast with our own jet, ted has enthusiastically told them on the flight out of atlanta. and as much as holden is not going to miss sleeping in airport lobbies, he isn’t used to the notion of a private jet either. he spends the flight, white - knuckled, as he reads through the task force’s file.
the file is split between a new agent and himself. still in atlanta at the time, holden had missed winston edwards joining the team. but with bill busy, he’s the obvious choice to work the case with holden.
as they stand before the burned - out remains of the selber bros. department store, holden watches as people gawk as they walk by. a crowd has gathered as people step under the crime - tape to lay flowers on the ash in commemoration. three lives were lost in the fire, including that of a child. as holden stands back and watches the crowd, he wonders if their arsonist is doing the same.
❝ he could be here now, ❞ holden points out to winston, his voice low and eyes never leaving the crowd. they had come straight from the airport to the crime scene, knowing nothing more than what had been sent to them. holden continues, ❝ — he could be anyone in this crowd. reveling in the control he has over these people, over the fire fighters and police. like berkowitz. ❞ it is the perfect opportunity to bask in the chaos he created.
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