Gene could read a room—err a front yard.
“Lucas, can you stick with the doc, and head in with the body?” he asked. “You’re on shift, right?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, do you want me to do some research? I can work on getting you a list of people he worked with that might know what went down.”
That would help.
“Normally, Corbin would be doing our research, so yeah, thanks. Find one of us if you find anything!” Gene said. “We have information on a whiteboard in the office.”
The man wasn’t sure who Corbin was, but he just stuck by the doctor as they walked away.
Not far from the freaking out wife, they found a private spot of the yard.
“What’s up?”
He kept his voice low.
“The mob is back into play on this. I got a name for you,” he offered, passing them a piece of paper with a name on it. “This came right from Gabe.”
Ethan opened it.
‘Rodrigo Cruz.’
“He’s the new mob entity here, but so far, he’s quiet. No one has any intel, other than his name.”
Ethan showed Gene the name.
“There’s not much to find on him, except he’s a local businessman. You’ll need to get caught up on him if he is involved. That would definitely fit.”
Oh, this was good.
It still made more sense to Gene that it was a mob hit than not. The pieces fit, and when those pieces fit, you had to let them fall into place.
“Thanks. We appreciate it.”
Greyson kept his voice low.
“That’s the good news, and never in my life did I think the mob would be the positive in a scenario.”
Uh-oh.
That didn’t sound good.
“Spill it,” Gene said.
He did.
“Gabe is onto you. I have proof. He basically came right out and asked me what I would do if I knew my agents were lying to me. It wasn’t verbatim, but he was setting my ass up to lie to him.”
Oh, shit.
“And that’s problematic,” Ethan said. “We’re burned, aren’t we?”
Greyson nodded.
It appeared so.
