“Aw. And here I was hoping you’d vote me mascot and introduce me to all the boys.” George was looking at the framed mug shots; I knew that amused expression. I didn’t think we had to worry about Adrienne showing up and causing trouble. George was the one to keep an eye on. “We just had some questions about The Good Citizens,” Emma Jan said. Behrman smirked. “I don’t think it’s your kind of group.” “But I came all this way to get an application.” She, too, was studying the mug shots. “So, funny question. My fellow agents and I have been working this pesky case, the JBJ killer? Awful. It’s just awful. And we found your parking stub in the pocket of the latest victim.” Loun and Behrman gaped at each other, then me. “You what?” “See, that’s what we said. I mean, what are the odds?” I didn’t want to think about that, for real. Someone was helping us. We would not have come back to Loun and Behrman if not for that parking stub. And the killer didn’t leave it because he was getting sloppy.
