“I figured you for crime dramas.” June smirked.
“Get enough of that on the job. Besides, I can punch holes in most of the storylines and I know the perp minutes after the intro.” When June smiled he added, “Drives people crazy.”
“I imagine so. I’m with you. I usually have it figured out within the first fifteen minutes. I love beating everyone to the punchline, it’s fun,” she admitted with a broad grin.
“My kind of woman!” Nigel remarked.
June wasn’t sure how to take that.
She knew without a doubt he would be tenacious. You had to be a perfectionist, have insight into the workings of the human mind as well as the emotional state of your adversary to capture them. It made sense to her. He made sense. She liked that. In fact, June liked that a lot!
“Tenacity. Sometimes it’s what keeps me going when I can’t accomplish what I want when I’m painting. I won’t give up until I get it right.”
“Sounds like we’re two peas in a pod.”
Smiling, June agreed with him.
“Is it true that in many cases, criminals get sloppy, anxious, scared and that’s their undoing?”
“Yes, often. Especially in non-hardened criminals. They don’t know how it works, don’t know what to expect and they get paranoid and do themselves in.”
“It’s not the case with everyone then?”
“Not everyone fears incarceration or even death. Some revel in the excitement and what they see as the glory of the moment, making a name for themselves.”
“Do you think that’s who we’re facing here?” June wasn’t apprehensive although she probably should have been.
“Yes, I’m sure of it.”
“In other words, you think there may be someone else pulling the strings and these guys are marionettes dancing to someone else’s drums?”
“Why is that, Nigel?”
“Although it augurs well for the men, it’s also sloppy. They allowed someone, probably Roland, to drop clues. If they were good at what they do, if it was something they were exceptionally good at, they’d have noticed almost immediately. That or they’d have kept a better eye on the two men and they wouldn’t have had an opportunity to leave us any clues.”
“I think I find that an even scarier proposition,” June admitted, “because when we capture these guys, it’s not over, unless they talk.”
“They’ll talk,” Nigel assured her.
“What makes you believe that?”
“They’re amateurs. Their priority is saving their own skin. This might have looked like an easy job, so they took it. When push comes to shove, they’ll cave.”
“I hope so,” June said, “I surely hope so.”