+18 eps. 17-21 - After a hard case that takes the team to DC in order to catch a blackhat and prevent a bombing, all hell breaks loose on their return to Boston , when the ghost of the Libra killer comes back to torture Brock seven years after the m...
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Brock kept a hand in his pocket, ready to flash his badge, but he didn't need to. Russell shook hands and bumped fists all their way from the SUV through the taped-off area. At the end of that trail of friendly greetings waited a young man. He had his back turned to them, checking something on a clipboard.
"Hey, Taylor," said Russell as they approached him.
Brock frowned. He remembered Gillian's partner was older, and shorter. He stiffened when the man turned to them, as if Taylor's presence was an insult meant specially for him.
"Hey, Russ." Taylor directed his nice smile to Brock. "Agent Brockner. It's good to have you onboard, sir."
Brock scowled with a curt nod and went on, toward the spot where the PD Lab techs worked. It was the poster boy, not her old partner! The local primary was no other than Gillian's lover! He breathed deep to push back his anger, fueled anew by the deep, charming voice talking to Russell a few steps behind.
Get back on the game, Brockner! You're standing before a Libra sign painted in blood all over a damn windshield! And you're too busy sulking to even notice! The memo got through and he forgot about the poster boy, to actually study the scene.
The victim had been attacked right there on the street, by her car. Her blood pooled on the sidewalk by the driver's door. Brock crouched by the dried pool. There were footprints all around. They looked like a single person at first sight, but...
"Where's Reg? Though she'd come back with you guys."
Brock glared down at the blood. He couldn't tell what pissed him off the most. The 'back' bit or the possessive stress in the poster boy's voice—where's my Reg?
"She was busy at the office," Russell replied.
Making some calls to check up dates, maybe?
Russell's phone rang. He picked up as he and Taylor joined Brock. "Hey, let me put you on speaker. Where are you?"
He held his phone so the other two would hear Hank. "At Riley's, taking the tour."
Judging by his voice, he could've been calling from some Caribbean beach. But Brock knew the punks better.
Russell mouthed for him, "Coroner." Then asked, "Any news?"
"Sit tight, guys. I'm with Nina Evans, our first vic. She has forty-three stab wounds caused by the same blade. Something big and heavy, pretty much like the hunting knife the Libra used. We're working on a 3D model."
Brock straightened up. "Anything on the wounds?"
"First of all, no hesitation marks. The stabs went straight in."
"So this is not his first kill," muttered Brock.
"Their, Agent Brockner. Not his, but their."
Brock scowled down at the phone, while Russell and Taylor traded a puzzled look.
