Page 65 of Stalked

Steve reached down and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s enough. We’ll get him now.”

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CHRISTOPHERGUNSONDIDN’Tknow it, but his days as a free man were numbered.

Even without the first name it hadn’t taken long for them to find him. His primary practice was based out of Mobile, but he also did work in New Orleans.

It said so right there on his website. The website also explained that he understood the fear people had of dentists, that the fear wasn’t unreasonable. That he would rather work with patients by whatever means necessary—including general anesthesia for procedures—than for them not to have dental care at all.

It was easy to see how he drew patients in. And then, when they were out cold for their procedures, he could easily place a transmitter and tracking device like he had in Rosalyn’s mouth.

Brandon was on his way to Gunson’s New Orleans office right now. Jon was flying from Tampa to Mobile to investigate the practice there.

Steve didn’t expect them to find the man at either site, because he was sure Gunson was still here in Colorado. He might not know where Rosalyn was exactly, since he couldn’t track her or listen to her while she was in the Omega building, but Steve had no doubt he would be waiting to make a move as soon as she wasn’t in their protection.

They hadn’t found a good picture of Gunson on his website. The most recent picture they had was taken of him ten years ago at a dental convention in Las Vegas.

In the picture he was in his late thirties, already balding and pretty thick around the middle. Steve imagined the ten years since hadn’t been kind. He wondered if that was the reason Gunson stalked women. If it gave him a sense of power he didn’t otherwise have in real life.

Maybe he wasn’t so different from the average stalker, after all.

Rosalyn was holding it together, but barely. Every time he looked over at her, she was rubbing her jaw where the transmitter was. She wanted it out and he didn’t blame her. But they couldn’t do it here. And right now it was more important that they make their move on Gunson, before he realized they were onto him.

Once the transmitter was gone from her mouth, Gunson would know his identity was blown.

So as long as Rosalyn wasn’t in a panic, they needed to leave it in. At least for a few more hours.

Steve wished he could distract her. Take her back upstairs to the apartment and let her rest. He knew she hadn’t slept very well last night.

But he couldn’t. He was coordinating with both the New Orleans and Mobile Police Departments to provide back up when Brandon and Jon arrived. They needed to make sure nobody got a call in to Gunson once they raided the offices. They had to collect as much information as they could without clueing in Gunson.

A few hours later Steve received the call. Brandon and the New Orleans police had moved in on Gunson’s office. Gunson had surprised everyone by actually being there, in his office, with patients. Definitely not in Colorado. The locals took him into custody and allowed Brandon to use their facilities to interrogate him and were providing Omega with the live feed of the questioning.

As soon as Steve saw the man through the monitor—and Steve had been right; the ten years hadn’t been kind to him—crying, before Brandon even asked a question, Steve knew this wasn’t the Watcher.

But still he hoped.

Rosalyn sat next to him watching the screen too.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s Dr. Gunson. He’s really the Watcher?”

“Let’s see what Brandon can find out.”

Gunson had already been read his rights but hadn’t insisted on an attorney. Probably not a smart move on his part.

Also another clue that he probably wasn’t the killer. Steve grimaced.

But if anybody had to be in there questioning him, Brandon Han was the perfect person. His ability to get inside the minds of criminals was unparalleled. Brandon might not be able to get a confession, but he would definitely walk out of there with a pretty damn educated guess about Gunson’s involvement.

Andrea came running into the room. “Brandon’s about to interview Gunson?”

“Yeah.” Steve gestured to the seat beside Rosalyn. “Join us, please. Give us your opinion.”

They all tuned in to the screen.

“Can you tell me why you’re crying, Dr. Gunson?” Brandon’s voice was even, nonthreatening.

“I didn’t want to do it.”

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