“That doesn’t mean we cut corners.”
“Sherlock spent five years in the K-9 unit. I worked with Michelle and the other handlers. I know enough about tracking to do a sweep of the area.” When Russell still didn’t look convinced, Gabe added, “I know this area. Let me help.”
“You’re too involved.”
“Damn it, Russell. Let me help. Natalie could be bleeding to death and we’re splitting hairs about who can search for her.”
Russell pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. But as soon as the K-9 unit arrives, you and Sherlock leave the scene.”
Gabe pushed back the chair. “I’ll need access to Natalie’s side of the cottage. We need a piece of clothing so Sherlock has her scent.”
“Remember to take an earpiece,” Russell warned. “I want to know where you are at all times.”
Gabe didn’t care what he had to do. There was no way he would leave Natalie on her own with a serial killer.
