“My girlfriend does all kinds of weird things to her skin to make it look good. I’m just throwing out ideas for you guys. What do I know?” he asked. “If it’s not forensics, I’m out of my league.”
Well, they appreciated that.
Really.
Now, Ethan was thinking, and the hamster was running in the wheel.
The sand part in the sugar was what had him trying to see what he could come up with that had both of those elements in it.
And nothing was popping in his head.
“So they were stripped naked, and tied down, but were they sexually assaulted?” Ethan asked, going there.
He shook his head.
“Nope. Not at all. I swabbed, checked for tearing, and there was nothing there. It definitely looks ritualistic instead to me.”
Yeah, it did look that way.
Only, why were all three connected at some point in the investigation?
That was the part he didn’t like.
It was as if they were missing a big piece of this, and taking a big leap from tied together to ritualistic.
A.
Big.
Leap.
To Ethan, his gut was screaming, and not in a way he normally liked.
This was…fishy.
“Thank you for your help,” Gene offered, shaking his hand.
Then, he stood.
“We’re going to be out in the field, so if you think of anything else, let me know,” he said, handing Ben his business card with his number on it.
The man nodded.
“Sure things, Agents. I’ll keep researching to see if anything else is in the files on previous autopsies. Good luck with this, and be careful out there. I don’t want to be doing another FBI agent autopsy.”
Yeah, well, no one wanted that.
Definitely.
Not.
Them.
Heading out, Gene stopped in the hallway outside the morgue so that he and his partner could talk.
It was time to regroup, and for him, there was a lot to go over—even if forensics gave them very little.
“What can I say?” Gene asked. “Why do I feel like this is all over the place?”
