Ethan had no idea.
“We need more.”
Gene was aware.
He just hoped the next body dropped wasn’t his or Ethan’s.
“That sugar is coming from somewhere,” Ethan offered. “I bet if we figure that out, we’ll have a good chunk of this handled.”
Gene hoped so.
His gut said this was going to be in the aberrations to the case, and not what the killer pointed them at. An unskilled Fed would go for the regular route.
Gene was going to take the slow route there, hopefully avoiding all of the danger to themselves.
“For all we know,” Gene began, “maybe someone likes to kill people while eating frosting and it’s crystallizing in the sun and sand?” he asked. “There was this case once, where this guy was breaking into women’s homes, killing them, and his calling card? A poor man’s donut.”
Ethan lifted a brow.
What?
Did he hear him right?
“Pardon? I grew up a poor kid, and I haveNOclue what you’re talking about.”
He laughed.
Then, he explained.
“At three of the crime scenes, we found open bread bags, and open frosting. We were befuddled. We thought someone was beyond cuckoo.”
Ethan still had no clue what he was talking about.
“And?” he asked.
Gene told him.
“The killer liked a snacky-snack after doing the deed. So he’d go to their kitchen, find the bread, and raid their pantry. We caught him red-handed at the last victim’s, making a frosting sandwich. He called it a poor man’s donut. That one aberration was what caught him. Maybe this sugar will be his downfall?”
Ethan blinked.
What?
“That’s a clear indicator that someone is a psychopath—just for eating frosting on bread. On a spoon, yes. On a lover, sure. But on a slice of bread? I couldn’t trust a person who did that.”
Gene grinned.
“Back up to the lover part. That intrigues me,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ethan just laughed.
He told him he wasn’t getting his way with sex, so he was going to let the man keep throwing innuendos, and letting them miss.
He’d play hard to get.
Two could play at this sexy game.
He knew his man, and there was only so much innuendo he could handle before he got handsy.
