“Later, my love,” Gene promised.
Ethan winked at him.
“I sure hope so.”
Oh, he could bet on that.
Once at the floor for the FBI office, they headed to the conference room, and Corbin was already there.
He was there with Will and Greyson.
And bless him, he had coffee.
“Hey,” Gene said, sitting down next to Ethan and across from the three men.
There were files and folders, and they weren’t sure if they came from Corbin or if Greyson was doing some research of his own.
“Here you go,” Corbin said.
He handed them each a coffee, and he was more than happy to be inside. When they’d warned him of danger, he was struggling with anxiety.
He didn’t want to be out there.
Not alone.
With them, that was a different story. Then, toss in that Will could get hurt…
That was a no for him.
He.
Was.
Twitchy.
“We just wrapped up with the ME in the morgue,” Gene admitted. “We have some information. How about we go over it? I’m hoping you have some more too,” he said to Corbin.
The detective didn’t mind, and Greyson was the one they bounced their ideas off of, so they knew he didn’t care if they took over the workspace.
If he didn’t want to be bothered, like back in the office, he would have left the room.
“Okay, so we know that all three deaths are connected, and they seem to be pointing at a Voodoo angle,” Gene admitted. “We have confirmation from the ME that the symbols were also on the victims he autopsied, and the evil eye popped up on an old case. It had different MO, so it might just be a coincidence. For now, we are three for three.”
Greyson didn’t look happy.
In fact, no one did, and that said it all.
Handling religiously motivated killingsALWAYSblew up in someone’s face.
Look at the mess with David Neives.
“So, we have a religious nut, but this time, they are playing Voodoo games?” Corbin asked.
Gene sighed.
“It looks like it.”
Everyone was silent, and with good reason.
