They were both aware.
“Yeah, unfortunately for the wife,” Ethan said, pointing at the woman.
When they all glanced over, she was wearing stiletto heels, and aerating the yard with them. Not only that, but she was pacing back and forth, angrily talking in Spanish.
Gene spoke some, so he was trying to listen.
“She said something about the bastard was out last night whoring around, or he was out last night, being a whore. Conjugations suck,” he said.
Lucas laughed.
“She said he was out whoring around,” he said. “When you work here, you need to know the language or you can’t get half the population to talk to you.”
Yeah, well, they wouldn’t be working here long. As soon as this was over, and their vacation was done, they were heading back to sunnyPhiladelphia.
The city of perpetual crime.
And no brotherly love.
Still, that was a far better option for both of them.
Together, they all watched the ME do his thing, and while he did, Gene was checking out the place.
The man’s car was there, and when they went over to it, the doors were unlocked, and the keys were hanging in the ignition.
“Do you think he was dumped from his own car?” Greyson asked.
Ethan nodded.
“Yeah, likely. The killer would want to ensure that there was as little trace passed off from himself. This person is goingto be curious. They are working so hard to keep us off track, that they will make sure they mitigate the trace transfer.”
Gene agreed.
“I know for a fact that this isn’t a real Voodoo case, and all those marks are bullshit. This killer pointed us at that angle, expecting us to follow the lead. Only, how many cases like this have we worked, EJ?” he asked.
Ethan ticked a few off of his fingers.
“You worked more without me, but at least three to seven, depending on if you count them as faux or legit.”
Greyson was curious.
“And you’re banking on that?”
Gene nodded.
“We have a dead restaurateur, who was killed, and then a cop was killed investigating it. After that, the fed who was investigating the cop being killed, was murdered. Now, we have a banker. I’m going to bet dollars to donuts that this dude is going to tie to the first victim, and the middle two were just to slow the investigation down. I’m leapfrogging the cop and agent, and skipping over the roadblocks.”
Lucas was confused.
“Roadblocks?”
Ethan explained.
“They were to slow us down, or stop us from investigating. We can spend a whole day researching them, or we can focus on the victims that will tell the tale. It’s going to be Jaden Medin, and now this guy,” he said. “Do we have ID?”
Greyson pulled out his notebook.
“The cops did ID off of the wife’s identification. They gave me his information when they called us. His name is Samuel Padilla,” Greyson said. “I did some quick research. He’s a banker, and in fact, he runs the biggest bank inSan Juan.”
