“I fucked up. I shouldn’t have let him come out here alone. Of course, the killer was going to come for one of us. We’re trying to solve the case. Jesus Christ!” he said, that panic building.
Enjoying their vacation over prioritizing working his case had just bit them in the ass.
And it might cost Gene his life.
Corbin hopped off the dock just as Will made it to the doorway.
“Okay, what do you want to do?” Corbin asked.
Ethan began thinking.
“We need to go. We know where the killer will take him,” he said, fighting through the panic that now had him by the balls.
Oh, and it was a huge panic, too.
Ethan was trying to figure all of this out—mainly who was behind this. Gene wasn’t easy to overcome. That told him that it had to be an ambush or they knew the person.
Corbin ran his hand up and down Ethan’s back.
“Focus,” he said. “Look at me.”
Ethan did, using the man’s calming voice to help him focus on anything but what was about to happen to the man he loved.
The man he’d not protected.
“Talk it out,” Corbin said. “Because whoever took Gene had to move his big-ass body, and it wasn’t that long ago. We can still catch up if you focus. Do that Voodoo that you do so well, EJ.”
Ethan did.
He began working it out.
“We found the sugar cane plant today. It’s this old processing center. That’s where they’ll end up. As long as he isn’t aware that we know about it.”
Corbin was curious.
“Did you mention it to anyone?” he asked.
They did.
To Ben Crowley and to Greyson.
That.
Was.
It.
From where he stood, Will was quietly watching, and he understood the panic.
Truth be told, Will was scared for Gene.
How could he not be?
These two men were his family now, and he knew Gene was a good man who loved his people more than anything.
“Okay, so we go there,” Corbin said, “and we stop the killer from hurting Gene.”
Was it that simple?
