“Okay. I’ll call him and get back to you. Give me a few minutes to get the stories straight, and handle this. Keep an eye on the body, and don’t call the cops! I’m sure Gabe will want to handle that since the FBI is taking jurisdiction.”
He clued him in.
“We’re on a private resort beach, and we’re blocking him. He looks a little bloat-y. I’m going to guess he’s been in the water all weekend. He’s not been in there longer than that since nothing ate parts of him.”
That helped the timeline, and Greyson knew it. If he put a report in Friday night, and it was Sunday, they had a narrow window.
“Are all of his bones broken?” he asked.
He touched the man’s leg, and thankfully, he was still in pants.
“Yeah, his legs are too. Maybe he was bashed against the rocks. The surf is a little wild here, but I can see bruising, and we know that only happens when you’re alive. Then again, it’s dark out here. That could be debris or dirt.”
Greyson made notes.
“I’m calling Gabe. I’ll get the ball rolling, and again, I’m sorry, Guys.”
With that, he disconnected the call. Now, he had a whole other set of issues.
It was far worse than just working.
They knew Gabe, and if he even smelled a lie, he got super curious, and would dig in to figure it out. This had the propensity to blow up in their faces.
“I can’t believe we’re working,” Ethan said, sighing in exhaustion.
They’d run themselves ragged, and now, they were not even getting any downtime.
This.
Freaking.
Sucked.
“I’m sorry,” Gene said, wishing they had not gone for a walk after dinner. Had they just stayed in their room like he’d planned...
Ethan sucked it up.
Well, at least they might be able to salvage the rest of their holiday. It didn’t often take them long to solve a case. If they were lucky, this was a boating accident, and nothing more.
They hoped.
“I’ll stay here,” Gene said. “Corbin is staying with me,” he offered. “You go back to the room with Will.”
Corbin lifted a brow.
“Uh, why?”
Gene pointed out the obvious.
“We’re on a gay resort, chuckles. You get to play my freaking boyfriend if whoever else Gabe sends here to help us from the local office shows up.”
He stared at him.
“Why would I do that?”
Ethan knew.
“Because when Greyson calls the FBI office inSan Juan, to tell them two agents are working it, they are going to head here immediately, and we’re all on a gay resort. He wouldn’t be here alone looking for love in the ocean.”
