Together, they headed inside the building, with their guns out.
Hot.
Damn.
That’s when Gene saw it.
Inside, they found symbols, but this time, they were old. Like a bunch of high school kids got bored and were having a party here. There were beer cans, spray paint, and all kinds of used condoms strewn all over the place.
Teenagers had to be wild, and they’d chosen this place to do it.
“How much do you want to bet that the killer used this place, and copied what they saw. Out of desperation, not to be seen, they kept making sure to hide the truth in the fake bullshit?” Ethan asked.
Gene shook his head.
“I’m not taking that bet. This might be where this person does the deed, and how they got the idea to let it point at Rodrigo.”
They searched a little longer, but they didn’t find anything that showed where the person was tied up.
“With all the broken bones, there has to be a place where they do the deed. I don’t see one,” Ethan admitted.
Gene looked around, but the hair was standing up on the back of his neck.
“I think we should get out of here. I don’t like the feeling I’m getting.”
Ethan glanced over.
“What’s happening?” Blackhawk asked.
Gene was to the point.
“We likely nailed this, but there’s a hidey-hole here somewhere. These victims were tied down, and their bones were shattered. There’s no place that we’re seeing that happen. I think we need to regroup and maybe tomorrow, we should revisit this, if we feel it’s prevalent, but we bring backup.”
Ethan was good with that.
He trusted his partner’s gut.
“Really, EJ. We should go. I don’t like the vibe of this place. It feels…off.”
That was the last thing he needed to hear. There was no way he was fucking around and finding out. Gene had an excellent gut.
That meant they were vacating.
NOW.
“Okay, Gene. Let’s regroup away from here.”
Gene wasn’t sure if it was the bad mojo coming off this place, or all the deaths that likely happened here. All he knew was he felt…off.
They weren’t being watched.
This was a different kind of feeling.
It was one of dread.
And for the life of him, he didn’t know why.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
