Corbin was honest.
“I did that before, remember? Look what happened to me because of my stubbornness. You guys are in charge of this, and I’m here to learn. If you say I’m pulled, you know best when it comes to this.”
Both Gene and Ethan stared at each other.
What?
Was?
This?
Honestly, this was not expected. Had their Crotch Goblin, the baby detective, finally gotten it through his thick skull that playing stupid games got you stupid prizes?
Like being assaulted by bikers?
“Uh, okay,” Ethan said.
Gene was wary.
With this young detective, he’d learned you needed to be.
“I hope that’s legit, Corby, because it took us a while to get there.”
Corbin was to the point.
“I did it my way, guys, and it ended badly. I’m going to do it your way. I do want to see that dark club, though, so if you guys are going there, I’m curious like a cat. Can we go too?”
Yeah, this was a full one-eighty. Corbin was erring on the side of caution, and that was all they wanted for him.
Still…
Gene was hella wary.
“Sure. You and Will can go with us. We’re going to do it undercover, so to speak. As tourists. Oh, and you’re still not getting your gun yet. Nice try though.”
Hopefully, it didn’t end like it had for Corbin’s last undercover gig.
While Feds tended to be paranoid, they were also superstitious, and they both hoped Corbin wasn’t going to jinx it.
They’d like to get home alive.
As for the baby detective…
That worked for him.
“Okay, we’re in a cab, and heading toward the FBI building. Where should we meet you?”
Gene told him.
“Find Greyson at the FBI office, and stay with him until we get done with talking to the FBI ME. We’re going into themorgue to get the autopsy reports for the cop and the Fed since Ben Crowley did both of them.”
That worked for Corbin.
“I’ll get you guys some good coffee so you’re not drinking office swill. We’ll see you there.”
With that, Corbin hung up.
Well, so much for having to wrangle their curious Corby. It appeared he’d learned a valuable lesson—that the shit could go sideways.
