Free Stalked by Allison Brennan

Alexandria, Virginia. Sean did a quick property search and learned Richard Douglas Laughlin had owned a town house in Alexandria and still owned it.
    That’s when Sean’s instincts began to twitch.
    Sean would bet the bank that Laughlin had worked out of the D.C. regional office before Detroit. There was a slight chance he may have been assigned to national headquarters, but since he only had a few years with the Bureau at the time, Sean gave odds to the field office. Which meant that Laughlin could have worked with Kate.
    Sean quickly mapped out a time line. Kate had been in the Washington, D.C., field office twelve years ago—if they overlapped, it would have been only for a few months.
    Laughlin had transferred to Detroit five years ago but still owned his town house. Sean did a reverse search and learned that Laughlin leased it to a married couple. A few clicks later, Sean found the current resident: Clark Mitchell, a doctor at GWU, and his wife, Lydia, an analyst for the FBI.
    Maybe it wasn’t about Lucy but all about Kate.
    Sean needed to dig a little deeper, but he couldn’t call Kate or Hans Vigo. Noah hadn’t been in the D.C. office five years ago. The only thing Sean could do was find out exactly when Laughlin moved to D.C. and determine if Kate was there at the same time. And if she was, Sean would give the information to Lucy and she could decide how to use it.
    It was nearly noon when his computer e-mailed him a report. It wasn’t about Rich Laughlin but Peter McMahon. Sean almost forgot he’d started a deep background when Lucy woke him up at almost two in the morning.
    Every McMahon it spat out at him wasn’t the Peter McMahon Lucy was looking for. Sean did find a Peter Gray who had attended college in New Jersey, but there was no record of graduation or transfer.
    Dropout? The name was common enough that tracking the right one, with no address or Social Security number, would be difficult.
    But Sean loved a challenge.

 
    CHAPTER TEN
    New York City
    Suzanne hadn’t met SSA Tony Presidio before, but she certainly knew him by reputation. Though he was no longer with the Behavioral Science Unit, he was greatly respected within the Bureau and often consulted on cases outside of his field office. He wasn’t a large man, an inch shorter than her five foot nine and trim.
    â€œI appreciate you taking the time to come to New York.” She led him through the maze of cubicles and hallways of the New York regional FBI office.
    â€œI’m hoping I can help.”
    Suzanne opened the door to a small conference room. She tossed her stack of papers on the table and motioned for Tony to sit. “We have a mutual friend, I heard. Lucy Kincaid.”
    He smiled. “One of my students. She’s one of the reasons I’m here. She’s concerned about her name being in the victim’s files.”
    Suzanne slid over a thin folder. “This is all Weber had on Lucy, but as you can see, she planned on digging around.”
    Tony opened the file and skimmed it. “Weber wanted to play up the FBI’s use of civilian consultants. I found out last night from national headquarters that she filed an FOIA for Lucy’s FBI file.”
    â€œThey wouldn’t have given it.”
    â€œNo. She’s an agent; basic information would have been released—hometown, college, training—nothing else. But the information is out there; it’s just a matter of who talks.”
    Suzanne eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not suggesting that Lucy had anything to do with the murder?”
    â€œYou ran her when you learned her name was in the file.”
    Suzanne nodded. “I ran everybody, but I didn’t believe she had anything to do with it.”
    â€œYou ran her boyfriend as well.”
    â€œDoesn’t mean I think he did it, either. Just covering all bases.”
    Tony raised an eyebrow. “I assumed they passed.”
    â€œRogan