Sight Unseen by Iris Johansen, Roy Johansen Read Free Book Online

truly sickens me.”
    “It sickens all of us. Our profilers believe the killer is someone who might best be described as a fan of your investigative work.”
    Kendra shook her head. “That’s bullshit. I don’t have any fans.”
    “Well, that’s a surprise,” Griffin said, deadpan. “Dr. Michaels, we’re talking about someone who may at some point have reached out to you, either directly or perhaps on a public forum. Does anyone come to mind?”
    “No, I do get e-mails through my business Web site. Some are interested in my cases, but most want to know about the medical procedure that gave me my sight. They’re either blind themselves or have a blind friend or relative.”
    “Hmm. We should zero in on those who have expressed some interest or knowledge of your investigative work. Do you still have those e-mails?”
    “I do. I’ll sort through and pass them along to you. As for what’s being said about me on online forums, I have no idea.”
    “We do,” Metcalf said. “I’ve built a file going back several years. Activity surges whenever there’s mention of you in media accounts of your cases. We’re using IP addresses to build a database of the people who post on discussion boards, news-story-comments pages, and the like. We’ve already seen that a lot of the same people pop up again and again.”
    “See, you do have adoring fans,” Lynch said.
    Griffin nodded. “One of whom might have killed six people in the last few weeks. Metcalf, do you have a copy of that database for Dr. Michaels?”
    Metcalf slid a USB memory stick across the table to Kendra. “Here’s what we’ve come up with so far. Please review it and see if anything sets off any alarm bells.”
    “Will do.” Kendra took the stick. “Although I generally try to avoid reading things being said about me online.”
    “It’s almost all quite complimentary,” Metcalf said. “Though I was surprised there were no direct quotes from you concerning any of your investigations. None at all.”
    “I never talk to the media about the investigative work I do. Whenever someone asks, I shut them down immediately.”
    “But you obviously have no problem discussing your music-therapy work. You’ve been quoted in dozens of articles about that.”
    “Yes, and I’ve written dozens more myself. Plus two books so far. It’s an emerging field that needs all the attention it can get.” She shook her head. “Trust me, I wish it’s all I had to think about right now.”
    Reade raised the PowerPoint remote. “Shall I continue?”
    Griffin leaned forward. “Actually, how far did you and Metcalf get downstairs?”
    “It’s pretty much done. We were there most of the night.”
    “Good. We can continue down there.” Griffin turned to Kendra and Lynch. “We moved some of our sections off-site, and this building’s entire second floor is vacant right now. Everything’s been ripped out, and it’s a mess while we wait for the crews to come in and remodel. But it does give us plenty of room, which is in short supply up here.”
    “Room for what?” Lynch asked.
    Griffin stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of the triangular-backed chair. “I’ll show you.”

 
     
    CHAPTER
    3
     
    “I DON’T BELIEVE IT.” KENDRA’S voice echoed in the large space, bouncing off the bare walls and concrete floors.
    “Amazing,” Lynch whispered.
    They were with the FBI team on the vacant second floor, surrounded by nineteen freestanding bulletin boards. Each of the boards was packed with crime-scene photos, press clippings, and detail sheets of Kendra’s cases.
    “This is all of them, isn’t it?” Griffin waved his arms over the boards. “Every one of your murder investigations.”
    Kendra couldn’t answer at first. All those faces. All that death. All those places she had tried to forget. They were coming at her from every direction.
    “You okay?” Lynch asked.
    She nodded. Lynch was the only one who really knew her, who realized how this