When wealthy philanthropist Ramsey Parrish is found dead in a locked room, in the midst of a string of bizarre ritual murders with plenty of evidence but no suspects, Dr. Faith MacKenzie and her team have their work cut out for them.
As the case starts to go cold, she’ll be forced to turn to a man with abilities in which she can’t bring herself to believe, and credentials that leave her no choice but to accept the possibility he might just be on the level.
Jonathan was in a foul temper by the time he reached the Bunker. A flash of his badge at the gate guard gained him entry, but did nothing to alleviate his frustration. Insomnia made him irritable and carved a scowl on his face as he yanked open the door to the main building and stalked into the lobby. Last night he had been determined to shake Faith MacKenzie into good sense. Now, he was ready to throttle her himself, if it proved his point.
The uniformed officer behind the security desk looked up, startled by the door's abrupt opening. Seeing Jonathan, his expression turned instantly guarded.
"May I help --"
"Faith MacKenzie. Where is she?" Jonathan demanded, cutting the man off as he slapped his hands firmly on the security desk and glared at him. "And don't give me any crap about her being out, either. The gate guard says she's been here since last night."
The officer's guarded expression didn't alter a whit. "Sir, I'll only ask you to calm down once. If you don't, I'll have no choice but to take you into custody. Now, who are you, and what is your business here?"
"Look, Officer," he glanced at the guard's name tag, "Pulawski... "
"Name and business, buddy, or I cuff you right here and call in the cavalry," he glanced pointedly at Jonathan's hands, planted on his desk.
Jonathan scowled, but removed his hands from the lacquered desktop. Snatching his badge from his pocket, he slapped it on the desk for the guard to see. "Special Agent Jonathan Caulder. My business here is none of yours. Now, where the hell is she?"
Pulawski's brow smoothed then and he sighed. "Straight through the double doors and down the hall, Agent Caulder. Her office is the second door on the right, past the lab stations."
"Thank you." The guard's reaction doused some of Jonathan's desire to wring Mac's pretty little neck. Based on the guard's reaction to his badge, Mac made a habit of pissing off law enforcement.