So who actually was Veger, now that was the problem. Sure, he had credentials and sources and any agency that worked with him, recommended him, but with heated tensions and the prospect that anyone could be working with Joe; Especially him with his calming demeanor and how easy the two talked, no one was ready to trust him or give him information on the case.
"All that's fine, you research me, I research you. I have enough friends with access to files that normal civilians cannot get a hold of. Not that I'm saying I'm a normal civilians, by all means no, but I still no where to get help if and when I need it. I suppose hacking the computers around here wouldn't be to hard either, it's a common use room and people are often careless."
Veger shook his head and strutted past the lot of them, right until he was next to Mike. He waved his hands for the male to spin around in his chair and go back to the three screens he was previously looking at. The fact could be noted he just wanted to see the picture of him and Reese, but it wasn't like anyone was going to pick up it. They already made the conclusion the two were strange people with not a lot of friends; In Veger's case, it was the truth.
"Agent Weston, pull up Joe's files if you will."
"Of course Mr. Haldler."
"Veger is fine."
A chill ran up Mike's spine, suddenly the realization hit him that there were now two dominant male's to impress and this one was actually being somewhat civil, or at least acting like; Unlike Hardy who just had his anger and solemn self, always receding when someone tried to get close.
"You know, Veger, all the case files are strewn about in the next room. Anywhere he's been and what he's done since he's been online has been printed and documented multiple times in fact."
"And before he was caught and thrown in jail the first time?"
"Uh-?"
Mike looked over to Debra and Ryan. None of them had thought it relevant, maybe there were something's, and the old case files from when Ryan originally worked it, but as far as he knew, there was nothing.
"None of that seemed relevant. Now, you'll find what you need in the other room, I'm going to need my agent."
"Of course."
Veger smirked, there was something off about Agent Debra Parker. He knew he could attribute to being surrounded by dominant men in a dominant field, not to much all the testosterone the chemicals in her body must be bouncing off on, but that wasn't it. There was more to not liking him, not wanting him asking or telling her agents what to do. Hell, for all he knew she didn't even want him in the next room. That was fine with him though. He nodded towards them as they all filed out of the room. Order, it was boring, and even the hot headed Ryan seemed like a dog just beaten with a newspaper. He summed it up to having more control then she could deal with, and overreacting with someone or something slipped up.
Once gone, he slumped into the chair Mike had been sitting in, he never really did bother to read Reese's blog and there would be no time for that now. He wanted to know Joe as a professor and aspiring author. The "pretty" face of all the gruesome, artistic killings; Veger did appreciate a good crime scene after all.