Bigger than the mob?
Was he kidding?
“What?” Ethan asked, hearing their friend on the speakerphone call.
“I just got a call from the police. It came in on the office line. They found another body.”
Well, shit.
Ethan put his burger down.
“That’s escalation,” he said. “Someone’s panicking even more. Us being here has rattled them.”
Yeah, tell him about it.
“And get this. He wasn’t found in the water. He was found in his own front yard by his wife this morning. He’s dead and has all the symbols all over him.”
Well, shit.
“That’s worse,” Ethan said. “He’s deviating.”
Now they had a problem.
A.
Big.
One.
Chapter Sixteen
Samuel Padilla’s
Home
Monday
Two P.M.
When they followed the directions on their phone, they found themselves in a very wealthy section ofSan Juan. This was definitely where the rich people lived, and that told them this was going haywire.
They were back to normal civilians, as far as they could tell, the dead cops being over and done.
That meant chaos from the media, and a little relief for both Gene and Ethan.
After all, they were the ones working on this, and the last thing they needed was to be targeted.
They had work to do.
Parking, they flashed their badges, and the cops at the yellow police tape let them under it. When they ducked and were in the man’s gated yard, they saw a couple detectives with gold badges on their hips.
They had to be the ones who caught the cases.
“Hey,” Gene said, his glasses on, and his badge hanging around his neck. “You guys called the FBI?”
The two detectives focused on them.
“Yeah, I’m Yandriel Potter, and this is my partner, Luis Patron. We definitely called.”
