![]() ![]() He licked his lips nervously, and Jake felt that old, uneasy stirring.Ĭhrist. What’s this about?” He looked from Jake to Chan, then back to Jake. ![]() ![]() More confused than concerned as he unlocked the glass doors and pushed back the security gate. The bluest eyes Jake had seen on a human. Medium height, slim, and smooth-skinned as a boy, despite the black stubble and heavy-lidded eyes. Their prime suspect- no, keep an open mind-their person of interest was a Pasadena bookseller by the name of Adrien English. Now… Well, the day a hacked-up corpse in an alleyway didn’t bother him was the day he’d turn in his badge, so thank Christ for strong coffee. Hard to remember there had been a time when a crime scene like the one they’d left would have kept his stomach roiling for hours. ![]()
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