![]() ![]() 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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