Eternal. V.K. Forrest

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      It wasn’t just a murder; it was a sexual assault, too. The front of her thong panties had been shoved aside and Fia could still detect the pungent scent of semen. She could smell the terror of the last moments of life on the victim’s absent breath.

      “I’m from the Philadelphia Field Office. I’m going to need my own photos, if you don’t mind,” Fia told the officer in charge, without looking at him.

      “Special Agent Kahill, thank you for coming.” The lieutenant glanced over to meet Fia’s gaze, still squatting.

      He was a she. Forty, maybe, honey hair, shoulder–length bob.

      “Time of death?” Fia glanced down again at the victim. She appeared to be in her late twenties. Nice clothes, good haircut, no roots showing in her platinum blond hair. Expensive lingerie. She was educated, a professional; a CPA, attorney, maybe.

      “ME just took a liver temp, but he can only give a range until he gets her into the morgue.” The lieutenant continued to study the body. “Happened between one and two this morning. A barback called it in at three-fifteen. He was tossing out trash, closing up for the night. We’ve got bars on both sides here, upscale. She was in one or the other, I’m sure. We’ll have to wait until tonight to ask around, see if the regulars saw her.

      Fia shifted her weight, inching to the left, taking care not to step in the blood, already dark and congealing. She tried to keep breathing through her mouth, tried to ignore the fresh, heady scent. “Throat’s obviously been slashed. I don’t suppose he left the weapon behind?”

      “My guys are walking the block, digging through the garbage, but you know he took it with him. Makes a nice souvenir, the bastard.”

      Lieutenant Sutton stood and Fia did the same. Both women sighed.

      The crime was certainly hideous. Shocking. But this type of homicide took place in cities all over the United States every night of the week. The FBI wasn’t called in by local police forces for random killings. There was a reason why Sutton had called them and down deep in the pit of her stomach, Fia knew why. She cleared her throat. “So, what’s unusual about this one, Lieutenant? What can the FBI do for the Lansdowne police?”

      The cop had to look up to meet Fia’s gaze. “This homicide appears to be overly brutal. Blood everywhere; on the ground, splattered on the walls. Bruising on her arms suggests she was beaten before she was raped. This guy either hated this woman, or hates every woman.”

      Fia nodded, focusing on Sutton’s words, trying to ignore the weird tingling in her fingertips. She had been here before. There was something hauntingly familiar about the crime. No, about the man who had committed it?…

      “But see, the thing is”—the lieutenant looked down at the pavement, scuffing one sensible brown loafer, and then she looked up again—“I think he’s done this before.”

      Again, the creepy vibes washed over Fia. They made her slightly sick to her stomach, but again she suppressed them. “Where? When?” She kept her tone professional.

      “A couple blocks from here, if I recall correctly. I was still driving a squad car. I wasn’t called to the scene, but I remember the guys talking about it later. It had to have been fifteen, maybe sixteen years ago. We never made an arrest.”

      The year flashed in neon in Fia’s head. She’d been a student at Temple. Barhopped most nights of the week. Prowled this same street. Maybe that was why it seemed so familiar.

      “Let me have a quick look here before your ME gets her out. Can you put together a jacket for me?” Fia said. “I’ll read it, present the information to my boss and get back to you once I know if we can help out.”

      “That’s all I’m asking for, Agent Kahill.”

      At that moment, a city paramedic walked past them. “Excuse me,” Fia asked. “Could I get a pair of disposables?”

      “Sure.” He tugged a pair of blue gloves from his back pocket. “No problem.”

      As Fia reached out, the white gold of her signet ring picked up the light from a spot lamp and the reflection from the precious metal caught the young man directly in the eye.

      The paramedic blinked, startled, stepped back, and then walked away.

      Smart move, Fia thought as she slipped her hand into a glove.

      “What is this? The Special Agent Kahill all-request hot line?”

      “Sir?” Fia was barely in Ed Jarrell’s office before he was grumbling at her.

      Jarrell was the Philadelphia Field Office ASAC, assistant special agent in charge. He had held one of the two ASAC positions as long as Fia had been at the Philadelphia office on Arch Street. He’d been in that chair at least five years before then, maybe longer. For all Fia knew, the office had been built around him.

      Jarrell was an okay guy. Most of the agents didn’t think he had much of a sense of humor, but Fia thought he was pretty funny. Usually when he wasn’t trying to be, like now. He wasn’t a bad boss. She’d seen men and women better suited to be a supervisor, but she’d certainly seen worse. The thing that annoyed her most about him was that he always seemed irritated when a new case came in, as if the violent crimes and dope sales taking place on the streets around them were somehow getting in the way of his paperwork.

      “Door.” He pointed.

      Fia lifted her polished black Cole Haan boot and pushed the door shut behind her with her heel.

      “I just got a call from Senator Malley’s office in D.C. You know Malley? Ways and Means. Senator Big Fish from the little Delaware pond.”

      Fia slid her hands into her pants pockets, having absolutely no clue where this conversation was going, but it was often that way with Jarrell until the very last second. “Yes, sir. I grew up in Delaware,” she said carefully. “I think he was first elected in the early seventies.” She saw no reason to tell him they were related.

      Jarrell glanced over the top edge of his black, military-style horn-rimmed glasses. “There’s been a homicide in Kent County and the senator has specifically requested that you be assigned to the case.”

      Fia’s first impulse was to say “Me?” and tap her chest like some teenaged dope, but she managed to keep her hands securely in her pockets. “Delaware is in Baltimore’s jurisdiction. Sometimes they get touchy about this sort of thing.”

      “Well, duh,” he intoned. “Tell me about it.”

      Fia tried hard not to smile as she thought about the office joke that ASAC stood for Asshole Special Agent in Charge.

      Jarrell reached for a blue file under two red ones. He had some kind of system with the colored files known only to him, his secretary, and God. “I have a call in to Baltimore, but the Senator’s office tells us jump, we all ask how high.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Stay a few nights if you need to. Get a pay chit.”

      “Yes, sir.” Fia pressed her СКАЧАТЬ