It was no longer their case.
He didn’t care that this cop was a dead guy’s friend, or that Yandriel had caught the case after the fact.
This was FBI territory now, and it would stay that way. As long as they were chasing a killer, it would be the minimum sharing possible.
“You know what we know. We just got here,” he admitted.
The man didn’t look happy.
Only, before he could say anything, Yandriel put his hand on his partner’s back.
“How about we get out of your way?” he offered. “If you have anything, we’d appreciate an update,” he offered. “You know, cop to cop.”
He just nodded, not giving them a definitive answer on that one.
That shit wasn’t happening.
Bet.
On.
It.
As the men walked away, Greyson got to their side, and jerked his head toward them.
“He looked angry. What did you do to piss him off, Gene?”
Yeah, well, that happened a lot when someone was killed. Then again, he did tend to make people cranky.
It was his sunny disposition.
“The dead cop was his BFF, and he wants updates. We all know that’s not happening.”
Lucas laughed.
“Yeah, they don’t think we can handle shit. Whenever we get a case, Yandriel is generally up in our business, or he sends his boss over to our office to try and shake us down for information.”
That was interesting.
For Ethan, he knew who was on their suspect list—the very scant one. Adrian Marrero, the homicide captain, was the last person to see Jarod alive.
That they knew.
“Well, he can come visit me all he wants,” Greyson said. “He’s not getting any information.”
For them, the less information circulated, the better—particularly in this case.
“Anyway, Lucas gave me a ride over here. I thought you might need help,” Greyson said. “I see I was right,” he added, wanting to talk to them alone.
If possible.
“Well, you know us,” Ethan said.
Oh, he did.
Lucas was checking out the scene.
“So this is weird,” Lucas admitted. “He was dumped in his front yard and left here with the gate open? This place is close to the water, but not that close.”
