Page 35 of Sinner's Sacrifice

“Yes.” Yvgeny sighed. He was probably going to have to repeat this at least one more time. “She noticed that many of her street people clients had disappeared. Too many. She’s—” How to describe Sam’s loyalty and commitment to the people of the streets? “Dedicated to her job and cares about her clients. They are the lowest of the low, but she’s determined to advocate for them whenever she can.”

“She has a relationship with them?”

“Yes, they trust her.”

Brian nodded. “That kind of relationship with people is hard to create without a lot of time and effort.”

“I think,” Yvgeny said considering Sam’s personality. “She’d tell you it isn’t hard if you actually give a shit.”

Brian cleared his throat. “Yes, sir.”

There was a knock at the door, then it popped open before Yvgeny could authorize entry.

Samantha swept inside wearing her paramedic uniform. She didn’t slow down or even seem to notice that Brian was in the room.

“Did you talk to Baz?” She asked Yvgeny.

“Yes.”

“When is he coming over with his cop girlfriend?”

“Soon.”

Her lips were pinched together so tight they were white. “I got word from the clinic that Sharon died last night.”

Shit.

“I just talked to Baz. He’s grabbing his cop and coming over shortly.”

“This serial killer has stayed ahead of the police for months. Do you think they’re going to take the situation seriously?”

“Nika will.” Yvgeny glanced at Brian, and Sam finally seemed to notice him.

She gave him an impatient glare. “Who’s this?”

“This is my new assistant, Brian Stettler.”

“The FBI agent?”

“The same.”

Sam shook her head. “You need to stop taking in strays.” She glanced at the young man. “Try not to get dead.”

Brian choked, again.

“Have you had breakfast?” Yvgeny asked her.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“So, nothing then.” Yvgeny shook his head. “That’s not very healthy. Come, let me take you to the restaurant for a decent breakfast.” He glanced at Brian. “You can come, too. We’ll do a modified tour at the same time.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sam stared at him with a frown on her face. “Will you stop being a fussy grandmother?”

He gestured at the door. “And here I was considering putting on pantyhose. Grandmothers still wear those, don’t they?”

Sam opened the door and went out first. “Just don’t put it over your head. Your FBI agent might shoot you.”