“Any more questions?” he asked.
Yeah, there was.
Ethan went there.
“Are you being bitchy because we asked, or are you being a douchebag toward us because we got tagged into this clusterfuck to find who killed your friend?”
They turned the man’s laptop around, and there was the picture of Jarod and Miguel side-by-side, laughing together.
“I see you got his laptop. Well, good. I hope you find something on it. To answer your question, none of us like being told that more competent investigators are coming here. That’s what Gabe told us.”
Well, shit.
Gabe was an asshole.
“Listen, we don’t think we’re better than you,” Greyson said. “What Gabe said is shitty, but if you’ve worked for the FBI long enough, you know thatEVERYTHINGhe says is shitty. He’s a pot stirrer to watch the fallout. We didn’t ask to be here.”
That seemed to calm him down.
“Yeah, this fucked my vacation,” Gene admitted.
The man apologized.
“I’m sorry. It’s a sore point.”
They could see that, and there were no hard feelings. When you worked for the FBI, you couldn’t take things personally. This guy was mourning his friend, and they got that.
“Thanks for your help,” Ethan said, springing the man since it wasn’t going to help them in the long run.
Making enemies was too easy.
Keeping your back covered was far more difficult.
When he left, and the door closed behind him, Ethan sat.
“Well, that wasn’t good,” Gene admitted. “Gabe put a bullseye on our backs. He’s such a dick,” he added.
Oh, they all agreed there.
“He was right,” Corbin stated.
Greyson looked over.
“What was he right about, Baby Detective?” he asked, since Corbin was blabbering on about something.
“You do have an annoyingly perfect nose.”
What?
It made the man laugh.
“Oh, well, I’m sorry my gene pool gave me this nose,” he joked. “I’ll cut it off to make you happy, Crotch Goblin.”
Well, at least that cut the tension—a bit.
Ethan steepled his fingers, proving that he was thinking again.
“I don’t have a feeling about the mob being involved yet. I think we need to dig a little more before I take that path. Once we go down it, we’re poking something ugly.”
