Absolute Pleasure

“Chamberlain?” As in Duncan Chamberlain, the hottie capable of melting granite and a whole lot more. Not the UNSUB as she’d mistakenly assumed.

Dread crept up her spine and settled in her shoulders. A knot of tension formed at the base of her skull and began to throb in a slow, steady rhythm.

“You wanna take a shot at where he got his training?”

Sunny briefly closed her eyes. “Where?” she asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer.

“Quantico, Virginia, Mac.” Jack’s tone sobered. “The son of a bitch is FBI.”