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degree.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œThis is your first job.”
    â€œYes.” She knew he wanted more from her in the way of answers, but she wasn’t about to comply. Direct question, direct answer; that’s all she’d give him. She’d heard about his reputation. He wasn’t only smart; he was very good at reading people. She didn’t want him reading anything about her that she didn’t want read. She was very used to being careful. She wouldn’t stop now. She couldn’t afford to.
    He was frowning at her. He tossed her file onto the desktop. She was wearing a no-nonsense dark blue business suit with a white blouse. Her hair, a deep auburn color, was pulled severely back, held at the base of her neck with a gold clamp.He saw her for a moment after he’d butted her into the petunias in Hogan’s Alley. Her hair had been drawn back then. She was on the point of being too thin, her cheekbones too prominent. But she’d taken him, not lost her composure, her training. He said, “Do you know what this unit does, Sherlock?”
    â€œMr. Petty said that when a criminal took his show on the road, we’re many times called in by the local police to help catch him.”
    â€œYes. We don’t deal in kidnappings. Other folk do that brilliantly. No, primarily we stick to the kinds of monsters who don’t stop killing until we stop them. Also, like the ISU, we do deal with local agencies who think an outside eye just might see something they missed on a local crime. Usually homicide.” He paused and sat back, just looking at her, seeing her yet again on her back in the petunia bed. “Also, like the ISU, we only go in when we’re asked. It’s our job to be very mental, intuitive, objective. We don’t do profiling like the ISU. We’re computer-based. We use special programs to help us look at crimes from many different angles. The programs correlate all the data from two or more crimes that seem to have been committed by the same person in order to bring everything possibly relevant, possibly important, into focus. We call the main program the PAP, the Predictive Analogue Program.”
    â€œYou wrote the programs, didn’t you, sir? And that’s why you’re the head of the unit?”
    He grinned at her. “Yeah. I’d been working on prototypes a long time before the unit got started. I like catching the guys who prey on society and, truth be told, the computer, as far as I’m concerned, is the best tool to take them out. But that’s all it is, Sherlock, a tool. It can turn up patterns, weird correlations, but we have to put the data in there in order to get the patterns. Then of course we have to see the patterns and read them correctly. It comes down to how we look at the possible outcomes and alternatives the computer gives us; it’s how we decide what data we plug into it. You’ll see that PAP has an amazing number of protocols. One of my people will teach you the program. With luck, your academic background in forensics and psychology will enable you to come up withmore parameters, more protocols, more ways of sniffing out pertinent data and correlating information to look at crimes in different ways, all with the goal of catching the criminals.”
    She wanted to sign on the dotted line right that minute. She wanted to learn everything in the next five minutes. She wanted, most of all, to ask him when she could have access to everything he did. She managed to keep her mouth shut.
    â€œWe do a lot of traveling, Sherlock, often at a moment’s notice. It’s gotten heavier as more and more cops hear about us and want to see what our analysis has to offer. What kind of home life do you have? I see you’re not married, but do you have a boyfriend? Someone you are used to spending time with?”
    â€œNo.”
    He felt as if he were trying to open a can with his fingernails. “Would you like