When It Comes (Vampire Assassin League Book 31) Read Online Free PDF

Couldn’t seem to get a DNA profile. The lab analysis was inconclusive. A fourth murder was from 1999 – which was impossible, as well as ridiculous. The pick-pocket would have been a toddler.
    Mitch hadn’t known forensics could work this fast. Apparently, it helped that the prints matched those from unsolved open cases, they were in the National database, and the matches just kept coming despite the absurdity of it.
    It also helped that the FBI was involved.
    “Can we call it a day, Cap?” Mitch asked. “Start again in the morning? I could use some real food. And some decent sleep.”
    “What? You don’t like breakfast burritos? Half-pound cheeseburgers, large fries? Chocolate shakes?”  Randy asked.
    “Hell. He’s such a health freak, he doesn’t even eat doughnuts. And I waited for them to frost these, right out of the cooker.” 
    The speaker was Donny. He stuffed the last half of a glazed doughnut into his mouth for emphasis. Washed it down with cream and sugar-filled coffee. Mitch watched without expression. Everyone knew he didn’t eat fast food if he could help it. He didn’t care who heckled him over it. Donny was one of the worst offenders, however. And the guy wondered why the spare tire worth of flab around his gut kept increasing.
    “What kind of chow do you eat?”
    Randy asked it. The guy had his aggressive edge on display again. Mitch watched Captain Thomas note it with a glance in the agent’s direction and another pinched-lip look.
    “I can go to a Chinese joint if you want,” Donny offered.
    “Oh, brother. Don’t tell me. Let me guess. You’re the rice and sushi type, aren’t you?”
    Mitch considered Randy for a moment. “I’ve got a black belt in tae-kwan-do. Aikido. And karate .”  He paused between each martial art as he listed them. “If you’d like, I’d be happy to demonstrate.”
    “Why, you—!” Randy replied.
    “Stop it, gentlemen. We have to work together here. We’ve lucked onto the trail of a serial killer. Looks like she’s been hidden for years. Macho crap isn’t going to find her. Can we agree on that, at least?” 
    Randy had shoved his chair backward, but then he settled back as though stopped by Captain Thomas’s words. Mitch didn’t exhibit any expression. He didn’t much care why. The agent’s attitude was only adding to the complete shit package facing him.
    “Good. Now. Let’s go over it one more time,” Captain Thomas said.
    At her words, Mitch’s shoulders sagged. Not far. And he caught it before anyone noticed. Especially Randy.
    “Special agents? Is this a decent sketch of the woman Detective Hartnett had in custody when you approached the trashcans? He had a cuff on her. The other was on his wrist. Yes?”
    All three men answered in the affirmative.
    “All right. Mitch? Is this the woman you arrested and secured in your vehicle?”
    The captain turned toward Mitch’s side of the table, lifting the newest sketch into Mitch’s line of sight. He made the mistake of looking at it again. And the same thing happened as before.
    The eyes...
    Mitch locked gazes with the drawing as if it were real. The artist had gotten the eyes perfect every time they’d worked. The pick-pocket had astounding eyes. They’d snagged Mitch’s attention in the real world. The rendition did it, too. They drew him into a mesmeric state somehow. He got the sensation of his heart enlarging. His heartbeat got fuller. Deeper. The organ sent thumps resounding through his chest. His pulse joined in next, only it moved at a rate that sent surf sounds through his ears. And as he watched, unable to even blink, the noise got interspersed with the oddest sensation of whispering. Indecipherable words. In a feminine tone...
    “Mitch? Yo.”
    A hand waved before the picture. Mitch started. Blinked. Looked down at his lap. Barely caught the flush of reaction.
    “You gonna answer my question? Like...today?” the captain asked.
    “Uh. Yeah. Sorry. Lack of sleep.