Gene lifted a brow.
“I’m sorry, pardon?” he asked.
He was to the point.
“They had little time, and when I called the FBI office, they didn’t know where you were. I had one of my detectives ask them questions. We recorded it,” he offered. “That way you can go over it.”
Oh, Gene looked pissed.
And Ethan couldn’t blame him.
The captain went to his office and came back with a disc.
“They didn’t know anything,” Rodney Paz admitted. “Honestly, they only said that Aaron mentioned he was onto something, and that was it. He never said anything specific about what he was digging into on his case.”
Gene rubbed the bridge of his nose, and once more, he was going red.
That couldn’t be good for his blood pressure.
So Ethan handled this.
“Thank you for the disc,” he said, taking it from the man.
Gene wasn’t amused.
“We’ll be taking that, and we’ll go watch it,” he said, wanting to get the hell out of there before he said something incredibly uncomplimentary about how they were fucking with his investigation.
Ethan agreed.
He put his hand on the back of Gene, and signaled they needed to head out.
His gut was screaming.
This was off.
“Oh, well, if there’s anything else, keep us up to date,” Adrian said.
Ethan just smiled.
“Will do, Captain. Thank you for handling the interview.”
As they turned around, Gene muttered under his breath when they were out of the bullpen.
“I don’t like him.”
Ethan didn’t say anything.
UNTILthey were outside.
“We need to go back to the office and do some research on the homicide captain and his cops.”
Gene came to a dead stop.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Ethan kept his voice down, but clued him in. One big thing was bothering him.
One.
