Lucas whistled.
“That explains the house andMUCHyounger woman,” he said. “That’s a Bentley,” he added, pointing at the car that the techs were currently pulling apart to photograph and collect evidence.
Yes, yes, it was.
The guy was flush.
“Maybe that’s why he got murdered,” Lucas offered. “The restaurant guy might have been wealthy, too.”
Maybe.
“We’re leaning more toward mob issues. We’re still working through it, though,” Greyson admitted.
Only, Gene and Ethan stared at him. Yeah, he’d said over the phone that everything he’d said about the mob issue was wrong, but he’d yet to elaborate.
For now, they’d give him time.
Lucas didn’t look thrilled about that, and no one doubted why.
He lived and worked here.
If they stirred shit up, they got to leave. This man didNOT.
“Well, that’s not going to be good.”
Yeah, it wasn’t. If the mob was involved, that meant this was going to get…messy.
When Ben waved at them, they knew it was time to talk to the ME.
Together, they headed up to the body and were getting their first up-close-and-personal look at what had been done.
And it wasn’t good.
That was for damn sure.
“I know you’re going to be curious,” Ben said, expecting the question free-for-all to begin.
Agents were consistent if nothing.
“What do we have, Doc?” Gene asked.
The man wiggled his finger, and they crouched down to his level since he was kneeling on the ground beside the body.
“Uh, are we having a meeting?” Gene asked.
He laughed.
“No, I need you to smell him.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“I don’t know what you heard about me and my kinks, Doc, but that’s not one of them. I can assure you that.”
Both Ben and Lucas laughed.
“No, legit. Smell him and tell me what you smell,” he said.
Sadly, Gene would like to pretend this wasn’t his first time sniffing a dead body, but it wasn’t. Arsenic smelled like almonds, and he’d gotten a whiff or two of that in his time with the FBI.
