FATAL FORTY-EIGHT: A Kate Huntington Mystery (The Kate Huntington Mysteries Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

further,” Kate said, “now that we know this guy is older. If he started, say, twenty years ago, he might have gotten good enough to cover his tracks by ten years ago. Some of his later victims may never have been found. They’re still listed somewhere as missing persons.”
    Tim tilted his head, then gave a slight nod. “Maybe he decides he wants some attention, so he starts leaving them where they can be found.” He picked up the receiver of the phone on the conference table and punched in a number.
    “Hey Jane, this is Tim Cornelius. I need you to do some research for me on the New Haven case, the so called Forty-Eight Hour Killer.” He looked down at a file on the table and rattled off a number. The case number Kate presumed. “I need you to go back fifteen years looking for similar crimes, and if that draws a blank, go back twenty. Yeah, I know that’s a lot of work, but the guy’s raised his ugly head again, in Baltimore this time.”
    When he hung up, Kate said, “Wow, you’ve got your own Penelope Garcia.”
    Tim snorted. “Hardly. That’s one of the things on Criminal Minds that isn’t accurate. There are actually several BAU teams and they’re much smaller, two or three agents, like Wallace and me. And when we call in for tech support, we work with whoever happens to answer the phone in that department. Although once a tech starts on a case, they stick with it.”
    Kate noted the use of his partner’s last name. An attempt to show her the same respect he would a male partner? Or a sign that he didn’t like the young woman?
    “You don’t seem to mind working with civilians like your partner does,” she said.
    “Nah, we’re the new, improved FBI. We try to get along with local law enforcement, not step on their toes if we don’t have to.”
    “But that doesn’t extend to local civilians, or did SA Wallace fail to get that memo about cooperation?”
    Tim Cornelius gave her a half smile. “Let’s just say that my partner is still new enough at this that she takes herself a tad too seriously.”
    Kate suspected SA Wallace had always taken herself too seriously, long before she was an FBI agent. But she kept that thought to herself.
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    6:00 a.m. Saturday
    Skip blew out air and resisted the temptation to walk away from this whole thing. He hardly knew Sally Ford, but she mattered to Kate. And his daddy had raised him to look out for women. He wasn’t about to leave any woman in the hands of a killer if he could help it.
    His daddy had also taught him not to hit women, no matter what. That was proving to be a harder temptation to resist at the moment. He reminded himself that he would go to jail for striking a federal law enforcement agent. That helped some.
    He relaxed the fist he’d just now realized was clenched at his side. “I told you I’ve already canvassed this building,” he said to the young woman standing in front of him, her arms crossed over her ample chest. “Almost everyone answered their door. No one saw anything relevant.”
    “Well we’ll have to re-canvas the whole building, to get those people who didn’t answer.”
    He took a slip of paper out of his pocket and reached out to hand it to her. “These are the apartments that didn’t answer. I was a police officer for eleven years, been a PI for eight now. I know how to canvas a building.” He noticed his jaw was tight and willed it to relax, with little success.
    SA Wallace left his arm hanging out in space for a couple beats before she took the list. She turned on the heel of her sturdy navy pump and walked away.
    Skip was usually an easy-going guy. He rarely disliked people on short acquaintance, but he decided that he disliked this woman.
    He rolled his tired shoulders and headed for the next building on Sally Ford’s block.
     
    7:00 a.m. Saturday
    Skip met Rose and Mac on a street corner to compare notes and regroup. No luck so far.
    “Not surprising,” Rose said. “This guy’s pretty nondescript,