OOF.
Was it wrong to hope it was a simple drowning and not anything nefarious?
“And…”
Greyson waited for it.
“What?”
“He’s got weird symbols all over him. Call me on video call, and I’ll show you,” he offered.
Oh, Jesus.
Greyson needed to see this.
The bottom line was that now that he’d been tagged in, he couldn’t not take over it.
Greyson knew that since this was a Fed, the people in that office would want this case, and he had to give it to someoneNOTin that office.
Gabe had a rule about if an agent died from a specific office, the people who were his co-workers weren’t allowed to touch it.
He said it muddied the water.
So, he who found it, worked it, if they were a Fed, or it was directed to the office the‘finder’called home. It meant less fighting over cases like dogs over a meaty bone. There were no claims of preferential treatment to certain agents.
In this case, it was the two vacationing men and thePhillyoffice that was now tagged in.
That meant he’d have to figure out how to tell Gabe they were on duty—and found the body—when he was told they went elsewhere to vacation.
Like Damascus and the Midwest.
Yeah, this was a mess.
Because he needed to see how bad this was, Greyson called him back, and the video chat began.
Gene was crouched down, and he showed the man the body. In fact, he let the video scan down the‘victim’and recorded the markings.
Whoever was working this might need it.
“Oh, boy,” Greyson said.
There was no way this was a drowning. They weren’t going to be that lucky.
In the video chat, Ethan was beside his partner.
“What do you want us to do? Should we call the office here and alert them? He’s a Fed, so this is out of the local police’s hands.”
Yeah, they weren’t going to like this.
Not.
One.
Bit.
“Um, well, here’s the situation. I have two people who have no choice but to work it. Those two people are you.”
Gene gasped.
