“We found a body.”
Greyson started laughing.
Honestly, he had to be kidding. There was no way this was real, and the man had to be punking him.
Right?
“Funny. Har-har. Are you drunk?” he asked. “Don’t you have someone better to be doing than busting my ass?”
Oh, Gene wished he was drunk, and he could be doing Ethan had they not gone on a walk.
“Grey, it’s a Fed. I found the body of an FBI agent I went to Quantico with, and I need to see if he’s still active. All I have here is my ID, and I don’t have the tech. I don’t want to alert the office here unless I’m sure.”
Oh, Jesus.
From the tone in his voice, the man wasn’t kidding.
This was bad.
Not for him, but for the two agents on the island of Puerto Rico.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
He shared that information, thinking back to when he’d been new with the FBI. It wasn’t that long ago—just over five years.
“Jarod Shand.”
Greyson paused.
At the name, he recognized it, and really didn’t have to look it up.
“I know him. He was transferred out of the DC office last year. The only reason I know him is because his partner is here. He was teamed up with Antonio Hill for the last five years. Then, Antonio was sent here a year ago, and Shand went to Puerto Rico. I heard them on a call one day. Antonio was telling him that he was a lucky SOB.”
Apparently, he was not.
Because this‘lucky’SOB was now dead and on a beach.
“Just check,” Ethan said from where he was standing.
As Gene waited, they could hear the man’s fingers on the keyboard of his laptop.
That’s when Greyson confirmed it.
“He’s active. He filed a report to Gabe two days ago on Friday. How did he die?”
What?
How was he supposed to know?
Was this what the MEs felt like when they asked them the same question, and there was no way to answer that?
Well, he’d have to speculate.
Gene kept his voice down as the three other men surrounded the body in case anyone came walking down the beach.
Thank God they were on a private resort, and most of the gays were partying in the club off of the hotel.
“He looks like he was beat to hell and back. When I flipped him over, because he rolled up to us in the surf, I could feel all the broken bones in his body.”
