Eleven Days: An Unexpected Love (44 page)

Mike stood up and helped
her
up and
she
put
her
arms around him. "Thanks."

Chapter 26

3:46 p.m.

Mike's phone rang. "Hey Sara, I'm hoping you're calling
with
good news."

"I have great news. I found a match to the female part of the sperm and I'm sending the information to you."

"What? How did you get
her
DNA so fast?"

"I didn't, I ran a special blood test and
she
is a carrier of hemophilia. There
was
a trace of blood in the sperm and
that
little bit gave me enough to run tests. So unless
Lana
is a carrier
she
is excluded. "

"Sara you are a genius."

"I have more good news, I'm running the sperm's blood type through our data base and so far we have about forty hits in the United States. The blood type is so rare I thought I
would
give it a try. But t
his
will only work if he has a record
with
his
blood type on file. I thought it
was
worth a try. I'm also running the blood type around Ms. Border's mouth and there are a lot more blood types to compare. So far there are over six hundred in the US. I'm going to try to narrow it down
to one
."

"You amaze me. When you get the list will you send it to the BAU and to me?"

"I sure will and I will let you know of any new updates."

"Thanks Sara"

"It's my pleasure to help."

*****

Mike walked over to the computer and watched Joe work
his
miracles. Joe downloaded the picture to the computer and he
was
playing around
with
it, trying to make it clear. When he finished he handed it to Mike for approval.

Mike nodded. "Joe you did a great job and go ahead and process it to all the agencies and run it through the FBI database."

Joe knew exactly what Mike meant. They work so harmoniously together they almost didn't have to speak. They did what needed to be done. When Joe finished processing everything he leaned back in
his
chair, happy
with
himself.

Mike looked at the picture and spun it around to
Lana
and asked. "Is t
his
the man you saw at the airport, restaurant, and grocery store?"

She
looked intently, and answered
with
a grin. "Yes, t
his
is the man I saw and you know he kind of looks like
that
Peter guy."

"Yes he does, and we've sent
all law enforcement
the information on the real Peter Waters."

"Why Peter Waters?" She
knew it
was
n't the real Peter Waters on the plane.

"
That
way we have a better chance of catching him if he still using Peter's name. Remember
Lana
, he doesn't know we know the name he's using. He doesn't even know you remember him from the airport."

Joe added. "Let's hope he gets stopped and he's using Peters ID."

"In the meantime we are processes
his
airport photo through the FBI facial recognition database.
That
might give us another name,
his
real name," said Mike.

"How long does it take to get a match?"

Joe answered. "On the positive side it could be minutes, and sometimes we don't get a match at all."

Y
ou could tell Mike
was
in a good mood, and
she
knew exactly how he felt. He messaged
her
shoulders and it felt so good and it definitely helped
her
relax. "You know Joe we're going to make an investigator out of
Lana
yet."

"Yes sir," he said
with
a grin.

Mike stopped messaging and
she
put
his
hands back. He started messaging again
with
a quick little kiss on the neck. "I can tell by the way you and Joe are looking at each other, you already processed the photos through the database, right?"

With
out missing a beat on messaging Mike said.
"Yep."

She
motioned for Mike to follow
her
to the chair to continue the message, and he did.
She
could feel the stress leaving
her
body. But
that
feeling didn't last long, Mike's phone rang.
That
damn phone.

Mike pushed some buttons and answered while still messaging one side of
her
neck. "Hey Sara, what do you have for me."

She
was
breathless
with
excited. "Mike I have great news."

"Yes."

"I
would
say the luck of the Irish is on your side."

"Why is
that
?"

"Both the male blood types are uncommon."

"Okay."

"Well I ran the sperm blood type in the national database
with
a starting point on the east coast."

"Okay."

"I then narrowed the search to Massachusetts and got seven close matches. Then I searched Plymouth and got two. I then ran a mitochondrial DNA and
his
sperm matched eighty percent of the pointers. T
his
type of testing is much quicker to get a match. After all t
his
I got a match
with
a guy names Tony Mitter out of Hull, he has a record and I'm sending it to you."

"Sara, I love you and send a copy to Quent, and of course the BAU."

"I already have."

Lana
had never seen so much whooping and hollering in
her
life. It
was
like they won the Super bowl. All the men jumped up and Mike said. "Okay team we know our role so let's get ready."

All the men ran outside and brought in tons of body armor.
She
didn't realize they were a SWAT team. They were geared up in a matter of five minutes.
She
sat there in shock.
She
did notice
Mike and Joe didn't get out their SWAT uniforms
. "Aren't you going?"

"No, Joe and I
will
stay
with
you. Raymond can lead the team."

"You don't
was
te any time, do you?"

"Honey we can't, we have to move faster than the suspect."

She
looked at Joe and asked. "Do you think t
his
is the guy
is the one
who killed the Border's?"

"Let's hope so, and let's hope they find him." Deep down Joe had a concern about the blood around Ms. Border's mouth, but maybe t
his
guy
would
have some answers. Telling anything to
Lana
would
be Mike's job.

Excitement
overwhelmed
her
, and
she
knew how the guys felt.
She
couldn't sit still
she
was
so excited. "Joe, are you disappointed you don't get to go?"

"Maybe a little bit. It is pretty exciting when we break down doors and go in as a bad ass. It's especially nice when you get to handcuff the bad guy."

"I can certainly understand
that
."

Mike walked over by the fire
and stood near
Lana
.

She
couldn't help herself but to run over to him and give him a hug, cold and all.
She
cried tears of relief.

Mike held
her
close.

Joe got up and walked outside partly to get information on Tony and partly to give them time alone.
That
's Joe always considerate of others.

Mike said. "Babe I love you so much." He raised
her
head so he could look in
her
eyes. "What happened to
that
bad ass
that
was
here a little while ago?"

"Shut up,
I
thought about
tell
ing
you I love you and thank you for taking care of me, but now I'm not."

He rolled
his
head back laughing at
his
cutie pie. "Baby I love to tease you."

She
just buried
her
head in
his
chest
with
contentment. And
she
certainly understood why they loved their job so much.

Joe walked back in
with
all the information about Tony Mitter. "He is a truck driver and he's thirty-eight years old. He's married
with
two children and he lives in Hull. He is six feet tall and had brown hair and hazel eyes. He has a receding hairline and he has six known tattoos. He has been arrested for several different crimes, but nothing major.
His
crimes are mostly drunk and disorderly, DWI, resisting arrest, and open container. It sounds like t
his
guy has an alcohol problem."

Mike walked over to the couch and picked up the papers on Tony. He looked at Joe and asked. "What do you think?"

"I don't think he's the guy," he said
that
with
confidence.

"I don't either. But one fact we do know is
his
sperm
was
on the wall outside of my house. Another fact, Ms. Borders DNA
was
with
that
sperm. So the question is how did
his
sperm get
with
the dead Ms. Borders DNA?"

Joe put a pencil in
his
mouth and though
that
would
help him think. "Maybe he had a pair of
her
underwear and he jacked-off using
her
underwear."

"There has to be another explanation," answered Mike.

"Maybe he had sex
with
her
before he killed
her
. Then he took
his
sperm out of
her
and put it on the wall," said Joe. Even though it
was
disgusting, it made sense.

Mike added to
that
thought. "Okay let's say he did
that
. Why? What
would
be the point of taking the sperm
out of
her
and putting it on the wall, my wall?"

Joe pulled the pencil from
his
mouth and held it like a cigarette. "Maybe after he killed the Borders' he realized someone
rented t
his
house a
nd he
was
afraid they saw
him
. So he put the knife in the steak and the sperm on the wall to distract from the crime."

Mike had a thought. "Joe you said he
was
a truck driver?"

"Yes sir."

"See if you can find
his
route and where he's been t
his
past week."

Joe knew where Mike
was
going
with
t
his
and he jumped up and went to the computer.
She
could hear him pecking away finding out the information
his
boss requested. Joe worked away when he found some credit card charges used for
his
rig. He glanced their way and then back and forth to the computer. "Mike I found he
was
gone all last week and he got back into town
with
his
rig late last night. It looks like he filled
his
truck
with
gas in Boston, or at least someone using
his
credit card. But I also show he got a speeding ticket in Ohio day before yesterday."