When It Comes (Vampire Assassin League Book 31) Read Free

dealing with a huge shipment here. Normally the trouble at Red Rocks was the drug, ecstasy. Not tonight. Tonight there was a two million dollar deal going down. That was a lot of cash. It bought a lot of cocaine. Both had a way of bringing all kinds of roaches out of the woodwork, and that included the FBI.
    His burn phone vibrated in his pocket as he approached. Mitch pulled it out. Scanned the message. Made a face.
    ‘ You snoozed.’
    Mitch sighed and joined the others, although he didn’t look or act like the elements had much effect on him. That wasn’t abnormal. He was a native Coloradoan. This was a pleasant evening in the summer. It sure as hell wasn’t cold.
    “Well. Looks like the deal’s off, boys,” he told them.
    “How do you figure?”
    The agent named Randy asked it in an aggressive tone. If it was faked, the guy was a damn good actor. Randy was about thirty-five. Six- four. About two hundred and forty pounds. Muscled. Tattooed. They might be fake. Mitch hadn’t asked. Randy exhibited an intimidating manner from the word ‘hello’. They guy portrayed a man spoiling for a fight. It might not be an act. Might be part of his DNA. Looked as if he’d had his nose broken at one point. Mitch turned the cell around and showed him the screen.
    “Damn it!”
    “Let me see that.”  Tom, the largest of them grabbed the phone. Peered at the screen. Looked back at Mitch. “It was that fucking pick-pocket.”
    “Not hardly,” Mitch replied.
    “And she wasn’t even that cute.”
    “Oh. She was cute.” 
    The third member of their team spoke up as he grabbed for the cell next. His name was Sam. He was wiry. Antsy. Acted like a meth addict in need of a fix. It was a good act. He’d had Mitch fooled at first. Good man for the job. Pound for pound, he was probably the fastest and strongest of them. Sam clicked the power button. The light illuminated his face momentarily. Then it died away. He didn’t say anything.
    They were all wrong, however. The woman in Mitch’s vehicle wasn’t just cute. She was majorly gorgeous. And that equaled trouble. There was something really weird about her, too. It wasn’t just the entire package. She had a knock-out figure, displayed in a corset top that had caught Mitch’s glance more than once. Her hair had been a warm brown shade, touched with sun-kissed locks. But it was her eyes that had snagged his attention. They’d looked like shiny obsidian. Dark. Unfathomable. Reflective. The couple of times he’d glanced at them he’d experienced the strangest reaction. Like somebody ran their fingers along his belly, tickling ribs. Mitch couldn’t quite figure that out.
    “So. What’s the move, hotshot?”
    Randy asked it, making no attempt to hide his aggressive tone. Mitch held out his hand toward Sam for the phone. Put it back in his pocket. He really detested Randy. “Get forensics out here on these cans. Take my pick-pocket into the station. Fill out some paperwork. Get her booked. Go get some sleep. Forget I met you guys. Pretty much in that order.”
    “What about the coke deal?”
    “What about it?”
    “This is your screw-up, asshole.” 
    Randy’s hands went to his hips. Mitch’s followed.
    “Really? How do you figure?”
    “You were made. Admit it.”
    “Are you for real?” Mitch asked.
    “We’ve worked this case for five months. Five. Long. Months.”  The guy separated the words as if that made a difference. “And you blow it over a stinkin’ pick-pocket.” 
    Mitch rolled his head on his shoulders as if working out a cramp. He looked back to Randy. “The deal went off, man. Just, not to us.”
    “Someone else is running around out here with two million cash on them?”
    “Well. Yeah. Kind-a obvious, ain’t it?” Mitch answered.
    “I already don’t like you. You shouldn’t make it so personal.”
    Randy said it and then took a step toward Mitch. Sneered. This was interesting. And stupid. The last thing they needed was to start a