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I t's amazing what you can sneak past people, even law enforcement when you did it a bit at a time. It didn't hurt that you could really buy anything and everything online. Law enforcement agencies wouldn't let people sell their whole uniforms in a 'thrift' setting, but pieces?
That was easy enough.
You just had to have patience.
And he did.
You couldn't do the things that he'd done-
Killed the people he'd killed-
And not have everything planned out.
Infiltrating the New Mexico Police Department offices just took a little of that patience that he owned and a big pair of brass balls.
It started with coffee deliveries.
And donuts.
Then there were the food deliveries that he'd begun walking in dressed up in his full uniform.
When you looked familiar enough, even if people didn't know you by name, they'd give you a... visual pass.
A smile.
A shrug.
People would unconsciously copy the movements and go on with what they were doing.
Misdirection.
And it felt fucking good.
It was how he'd gotten closer to Aubree Cueva.
One delivery at a time.
Add to that the disappointment on the face of the fiery young FBI agent and his little friend when the attack they'd anticipated hadn't happened. The brass seemed less impressed with Special Agent Aparicio's ideas and were just about to send her packing back to San Antonio.
All he had to do was wait and he knew he'd get another chance at closing the door he'd left open.
Officer Cueva walked right past him with a nod in greeting to echo the one he'd given her.
Her memories were still in the dark.
And sooner, rather than later, he'd find the right window to take her.
And this time?
Maybe he might take a little more time to enjoy his work.
The anticipation was part of the fun.
And he was planning to have a lot of fun.