He’d bet on it.
‘Thanks, Grey! Let us know if you find anything else out from the homicide captain.’
And with that, he sent the text, and got back to work. He’d be lying if he said his head wasn’t spinning as he tried to fit all the information into place.
Quickly.
As he was rooting through the dead agent’s nightstand, Gene foundNOTHING. The man didn’t have the normal bedroom accoutrements in there that he and Ethan had, or a straight couple would have.
No condoms.
No lube.
No…anything.
In the man’s bathroom, he looked around, and in his medicine cabinet, there was a box of condoms.
Okay, well, at least that was normal.
He and Jarod were the same age, so someone should have a sex life—or the semblance of one.
Was he married to his job, much like Gene had been? There wasn’t even a hint of porn here.
Which was…weird.
All men had some porn tucked away when the urge hit. Most of the time, it was a video, or a magazine, but nada.
The dead agent’s room was clean.
Well, not clean since it had been tossed, but it was porn-free.
When his phone chimed, he pulled it from his pocket and read the message from Greyson.
‘I reached out to Gabe, and he said there once was mob issues there, but they have since beencleaned up. So, I’m not sure if that’s an angle to waste your time on. Sorry! It was a good theory.’
Well, damn.
It had been too.
Dropping the man’s toilet seat lid, he sat down, and thought this through. Once more, like his files, there were no indications that Jarod had been caught up in something, yet, and nothing at his house was going to help them until they knew what they were looking for.
Was this a drug case?
A gun case?
A trafficking case?
A case of bad luck catching this case?
Because it certainly wasn’t about Voodoo, and now, their boss eliminated the mob.
When he heard footsteps, he looked up, and Ethan was standing there.
“Uh, break time?” he joked.
Gene laughed.
“Not quite. I don’t like using other people’s bathrooms. I’m a take a‘shit at home’kind of a guy—but you know that. Find anything?” he asked.
