“When we came here today, we found the symbols on the wall, and we believe this is where he does his dirty deeds. All I know is it has to be law enforcement,” Ethan said.
He’d been thinking it over as he rode here.
“There’s been little to no forensics,” Ethan said, as they jogged down the road in the falling darkness. “Someone knew how to outmaneuver two cops enough to overtake them. This has to be a cop. We only had one day, so I’m not sure who. The homicide captain fits. He cock blocked us with an interview, and jumped down Gene’s throat. I just wish I had one more day.”
Greyson heard the worry.
“I called Gene to tell him two people owned boats. Only two came up—Rodrigo Cruz or Lucas Mayfield.”
Ethan thought about that.
Then, he used it to figure this out.
“He would have had access to our information,” Ethan admitted. “We wrote it all on the whiteboard, and he would have been able to stay apprised.”
Oh, that sucked.
He wasn’t a fan of whiteboards now.
“Plus, he worked at night with Jarod. He could move around, and make those deaths happen without any suspicion. He worked Vice, and Jarod worked homicides. They wouldn’t cross…unless he was running guns and he killed Medin, and that set this all off.”
Corbin listened, not shocked the man was piecing it together. Ethan was a good Fed.
Greyson reassured him.
“He’s here. I can feel it in my balls,” he said. “Don’t lose focus. We have to get to Gene.”
He was aware.
“We think he had a secret place inside of this one. We didn’t see anywhere he could torture people. Something has to be in there,” he said. “There were a few locked doors. If I see one that’s newly opened, that’s going to be our location,” he said.
Good.
To.
Know.
As they reached the building, they saw a car tucked not far away, and there was a boat at the dock.
Ethan knew how he was going to get rid of Gene’s body. It would be by using the boat.
His brain was saying this was Lucas, but he needed proof.
“He is planning on taking him out to the water and dumping him,” he said, sick to his stomach. “We need to trace that boat.”
Greyson saw the boat, and grabbed Ethan’s shirt. He didn’t need to trace it.
“Oh, I know who it is.”
Ethan lifted a brow.
“Who?”
He explained.
“Gene dismissed both boat owners because Lucas wasn’t on your radar. That’s his boat. It’s registered to him. I recall the name.”
Shit.
