Surprisingly, the man didn’t even argue.
Which was new.
Corbin knew how much of a fight he put out each time a Fed tried to usurp a case out from beneath him.
Well, unless it was Ethan and Gene. When they took a case, he went along for the ride.
Thankfully.
“I’m going to say you want the reports for Jaden Mendin’s murder, too.”
Corbin nodded, taking the final report Aaron had worked on and submitted.
“Yeah.”
The man sighed.
“I lost a good cop,” Adrian admitted. “Aaron had a good nose for sniffing out bad shit. He came to me before, and he said it was off. I wish I wasn’t busy and had been paying attention. I blew it off as just him being paranoid. Now that he’s dead, I can see that’s not the case.”
Well, shit happened.
People made mistakes.
Unfortunately, Corbin was learning he couldn’t live in the past. When you did, it fucked up your future. At some point, you had to move forward.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said. “What I can offer you is that the two agents that are now handling it, will find who did this. They’re damn good at this.”
He laughed.
“I hope you’re not talking to that office full of idiots,” he said. “The Feds here are about as helpful as a second ass cheek, and a third asshole. I hate asking them for help. The only good one is Jarod Shand…I mean, the only good oneWASJarod. That’s why we asked a judge to give us jurisdiction back. I wasn’t taking any chances.”
Corbin was making notes.
“I was good with Jarod handling it, for the most part, but as for the rest, I don’t like how laid back they are. It’s like their job is to be beach bums, not agents. As for Jarod, I’m sorry for your loss, too,” he admitted.
Corbin thanked him, and he was learning plenty about the people in the office. He couldn’t wait to report it back to the two men.
“Thank you. I’ll pass that on to the other Feds,” he admitted. “Do you by chance have any of the autopsy reports?” he asked, continuing down his mental checklist that he had in his head.
There was no way he wasn’t being thorough.
Lesson.
Learned.
He was pretty sure that was one of Gene’s rules, but he kept tossing them at him left and right, and he didn’t write them down.
Across the desk from them, the man shook his head.
“No, I don’t, but you can head down to the morgue. The ME will give them to you. I’ll call down and tell him the FBI is taking over this, and to cooperate. If someone is targeting good cops, that’s a problem for both of us.”
Yes, it was.
His willingness to clear the way would be incredibly helpful.
And Corbin was grateful.
Hell!
