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That’s her.”
    “You stated she was approximately five foot six.”
    “Five two. Maybe three.”  Mitch kept his voice even-keeled. Non-emotional. The captain was trying to trip him up now? More shit.
    “A hundred and fifteen pounds.”
    “Give or take.”  Mitch looked back up to Captain Thomas.
    “Age range could be eighteen to thirty? Wide gap there, Hartnett.”
    “I said she looked about twenty-two, but could be anywhere from eighteen to thirty. I don’t know for sure. I didn’t ask. She didn’t offer.”
    “She gave you her name, though.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Told you it was Adelaide? Addie for short?”
    “Yeah,” Mitch repeated.
    “And then she wanted to know your name?”
    “Yeah.
    “And you didn’t tell her, which is a normal response to anyone who asks for just about anything about you. That is probably the only normal portion of this.”
    Mitch sighed again.
    “But you did tell her you weren’t there for pick-pockets. That’s a strange answer. Might have piqued her interest as to what you really wanted.”
    “She didn’t react to it.”
    “No?”
    “According to your statement she answered that she was much more than just a pick-pocket.”
    “Yep.”
    “You missed a big one there. But...we do have some light here. You did ask for specifics and she wanted to know if you’d use it against her. And you told her ‘yes’. That shows that you gave her Miranda Rights, and apparently she understood them.”
    “Apparently,” Mitch answered. He was on auto-reply. This was the fourth reading of his statement. He was being taped this time. He didn’t much care. He had nothing of use. He’d had very little contact with her. He’d already entered all this into the database and printed it out. There were multiple copies. The captain held one copy in her hands. The FBI agents had their own.  
    “And then she said something about daylight.”
    “Yep. You got the entire conversation. In a nutshell. She wanted to make sure I was coming back. Before daylight.”
    The captain looked steadily at him. Mitch returned the gaze with the same lack of expression. A long silence ensued. Nobody said anything. One of the FBI agents shuffled. Mitch didn’t care which one. The silence lengthened. This kind of tactic worked especially well on perpetrators getting interrogated. Mitch was immune.
    Randy spoke up finally.
    “Well. Guess that solves it.“
    The captain looked at him. Mitch didn’t bother turning his head. It was going to be a smartass remark. And he was too tired to react.
    “How so?”
    “Looks like we’re dealing with a vampire.”
    Donny laughed. Sam and Tom chuckled. Even the sketch artist coughed. The captain blew out a sigh. Randy’s phone vibrated on the table. Randy picked it up and looked at the screen. His voice matched his astonished expression.
    “They just matched the prints to a murder scene in Cleveland from 1985. Same M.O.”
    “Nineteen eighty-five?” the captain asked.
    “No way. I mean, no way. Even I can tell you she was not that old.”
    Oh. This sucked even more. Mitch really didn’t want to thank Randy.
    “Well. Looks like you’ve got your break, Hartnett. We’ve got a really weird case here. Be back at eight o’clock. Sharp.”
    “Can we make it earlier or later, Cap? So I don’t have to deal with rush hour traffic?”
    The captain regarded him for long moments. She finally answered. She wasn’t smiling, but her voice sounded it. “How about nine-thirty? We’ll get all this information verified in the meantime. Until tomorrow?” 
    “Be here at eight,” Randy inserted. “This is our case now. We’ll have all kinds of info ready tomorrow. And I don’t give a crap about rush hour in Denver.”
    The guy stood and looked down at him. Mitch looked at his lap again. Waited. Any answer would cause trouble. So he didn’t make one. He didn’t know what it was about that woman, but meeting her was complete shit.
     
     
     
     

 
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