Bloodlust

After his brief conversation with John, Mitch went to his desk and made himself look busy catching up on paperwork. Obviously John and Dylan Reede hadn’t conferred yet because John hadn’t confronted him about it. But it was only a matter of time. Something to look forward to.

Meanwhile, he was interested in learning more about the crime scene where two unidentified bodies had been discovered in the bayou. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch, it had been bugging him since Nix and Lear had told him about it.

It was almost four o’clock before the two of them returned, and by then that unreachable itch was driving him mad. They were making their way toward John’s office when Mitch rolled his chair from beneath his desk right into their path and stood up to face them. “What happened out there?”

The instant John saw them, he came out of his office and started toward them. Lear cast him a cautious glance, but Nix showed no such restraint as she replied to Mitch. “It was grim, and that’s an understatement.”