Chapter 28
Brosterhouse got the call about the DNA as he was ready to call it a day and head for his motel room. He was sitting in his supply closet of an office, thinking about driving back to Portland if something didn’t break soon.
“Thought you might like to hear what we found,” the lab tech was saying. “It’s really a strange result.”
“Go ahead.” Brosterhouse got his pen and pad out.
“Most of the blood was the victim’s, of course.”
“OK.”
“But the skin particles came back as ‘unknown.’ “
“Unknown? You mean you couldn’t identify whose they were?”
“No, I mean ‘unknown’ as in, this isn’t human skin. This isn’t animal skin. It’s something organic, but we don’t know what.”
Brosterhouse felt a chill. He got up, phone crooked between his chin and neck, and put on his coat. Bastards sen
