“Did we get anything back from the techs?” Greyson asked. “On the car?”
Gene wished.
Again, that didn’t work out for them.
“We had that body pop up, and the team didn’t get to do the car right away. They had to go to Jarod’s house first. So they might be processing now. I don’t like this.”
Yeah, Greyson didn’t either.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked.
Gene was to the point.
“Call the ME and see if you can put the pressure on him to make the techs work faster. All we need is one hair and I’ve got this SOB.”
Greyson could do that.
“Just be careful. I’ll call you back, and I’ll see what I can do.”
He appreciated that.
“Thanks, Grey,” he stated.
Hanging up the phone, he was about to tuck it into his pants when he heard something behind him. Thinking it was Ethan, he turned.
Only, it wasn’t Ethan.
Not.
Even.
Close.
It was a very familiar face, and it was the piece of driftwood that he got an up-close-and-personal meeting with too.
When it hit him in the head.
And Gene fell backward, falling off of the concrete steps behind the restaurant and to the ground.
He was out cold.
“Good. Now, I need to see what you know, and then, I’m getting the fuck out of here. It’s time to relocate. You should havejust minded your business, and not dug into this, Agent. I’m sorry, man. I just can’t let you live.”
His operations here were shutting down.
ASAP.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Inside Dark Spirits
Twenty Minutes Later
Looking at his watch for the tenth time, Ethan couldn’t understand what was keeping Gene. All he had to do was call Greyson, and then, he should have been back.
But he wasn’t.
Did Greyson find something huge?
