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.The man on the cell, who she assumed was Agent Alpert, was talking too low to be heard�probably by the person he was talking to as well.Rachel noticed that the long wall along the left side of the RV was covered with photographs of the excavations.She looked away.She didn�t want to study the photographs until after she had been in the tents.She turned and looked out the window next to the table.This RV had the premiere view of the desert.She could see down into the basin and the entire ridgeline.She wondered for a moment if the view meant anything.If Backus had chosen the spot because of the view and if so, what was the significance of it.When Dei turned her back Rachel grabbed some grapes and put three in her mouth at once.At the same moment, the man snapped his phone closed and got up from his table and approached her with his hand out.�Randal Alpert, special agent in charge.We�re glad you are here.� Rachel shook his hand but had to wait to get the grapes down before speaking.�Nice to meet you.Not such nice circumstances.� �Yeah, but look at that view.Sure beats the brick wall I�ve got back in Quantico.And at least we�re out here the end of April and not August.That would have been a killer.� He was the new Bob Backus.Running the shop at Quantico, coming out on the big ones and of course this was a big one.Rachel decided she didn�t like him and that Cherie Dei was right about him being a morph.Rachel had always found that agents in Behavioral were of two kinds.The first type she called �morphs.� These agents were much like the men and women they hunted.Able to keep it all from getting to them.They could move on like a serial killer from case to case without being dragged down by all the horror and guilt and knowledge of the true nature of evil.Rachel called them morphs because these agents could take that burden and somehow morph it into something else.The site of a multiple body excavation became a beautiful view better than anything at Quantico.The second type Rachel called �empaths� because they took all the horror in and kept it in.It became the campfire they warmed themselves by.They used it to connect and motivate, to get the job done.To Rachel, these were the better agents because they would go to the limit and beyond to catch the bad guy and solve the case.It was certainly healthier to be a morph.To be able to move on without any baggage.The halls of Behavioral were haunted by the ghosts of the empaths, the agents who couldn�t go the distance, for whom the burden became too much.Agents like Janet Newcomb, who put her gun in her mouth, and Jon Fenton, who drove into a bridge abutment, and Terry McCaleb, who literally gave his heart to the job.Rachel remembered them all and above all she remembered Bob Backus, the ultimate morph, the agent who was both hunter and prey.�That was Brass Doran on the phone,� Alpert said.�She said to say hello.� �She�s back at Quantico?� �Yes, she�s agoraphobic about that place.Never wants to leave.She�s heading up things on that end for us.Now, Agent Walling, I know you know the score.We�ve got a delicate situation here.We�re glad you are here but you are here strictly as an observer and possibly a witness.� She didn�t like him being so formal with her.It was a way of keeping her outside the circle.�A witness?� she asked.�You might be able to give us some ideas.You knew this guy.Most of us were on the street chasing bank robbers when the whole thing with Backus went down.I came into the unit right after your thing went down.After OPR went through the place.Cherie here is one of the few still around from then.� �My thing?� �You know what I mean.You and Backus going at St.� �Can I go look at the excavation now? I�d like to see what you�ve got.� �Well, Cherie will take you out in a second.We don�t have a lot to look at but today�s carcass.� Spoken like a true morph, Rachel thought.She glanced at Dei and their eyes met in confirmation.�But there is something I want to talk about first.� Rachel knew what was coming but let Alpert have his say.He moved toward the front of the RV and pointed vthrough the windshield out into the desert.Rachel followed his line but couldn�t see anything but the mountain ridge.�Well, you can�t really see it from this angle,� Alpert said, �but out there lying on the ground we�ve got a great big sign.It says in big letters, filming�no flyovers, no noise.That�s for anybody up there who might get curious about all these tents and vehicles.Pretty good idea, huh? They think it�s a movie set.Helps keep them away from us.� �And your point?� �My point? My point is we have thrown a real thick blanket over all of this.Nobody knows and we want to keep it that way.� �And you are suggesting I am a media leak?� �No, I am not suggesting that.I am giving you the same talk I give everybody that comes out here.I don�t want this in the media.I want to control it this time.Is that understood?� More like bureau command or the Office of Professional Responsibility wants to control it this time, she thought.The Backus revelations almost decimated the ranks and reputation of the Behavioral Sciences unit last time, not to mention the colossal public relations fiasco it was for the bureau as a whole.Now with the failings of 9/11 and the bureau�s competition with Homeland Security for budget dollars as well as headlines, media focus on a mad killer agent was not what bureau command or the OPR had in mind.Especially when the general public had been led to believe that the mad killer agent was long since dead.�I understand,� Rachel said coolly.�You won�t have to worry about me.Can I go out now?� �One other thing.� He hesitated for a moment
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