Elizabeth knew that look.
Someone was going to steal a city ME right out from underHolladay.
Bet.
On.
It.
There was going to be not-so-felonious napping of an ME before this case was up.
That was his‘I’m going to make my life so much easier by cloning myself in a younger version’, and she knew it.
“I’d love if you’d help me, Doctor,” Chris said, grinning. “I could use all the help I can get.”
All of the Feds knew this game. He was definitely a little too happy.
The man acquiesced.
“I’d love to, Doctor,” he admitted. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
Well, that was solved.
Apparently, Chris had a new friend—or as Elizabeth called them, allies she would eventually corrupt.
“Okay, show me the room. I can tell I’m not getting anything more from these two,” she said.
And she wouldn’t.
“While Chris handles this, I want a walkthrough so I can get a feel for the person we’re dealing with now. Gene, can you get me more information on the building owner outside of the name of the LLC that owns it? I want personal information.”
Gene lifted a brow.
Uh, they just had that conversation in the car. If she was asking again, that meant one thing.
“So we are meeting him?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
“Yeah, that’s a big, heavy lock. I need to know if it was put on by the real estate company that owns this, or if our killer did it. Curiosity has the better of me.”
Tora was also curious, but there was no shock there.
“Could it be by a homeless person?” she asked.
Elizabeth warned her.
“We don’t know if that homeless person was placed here with a purpose, or if it’s completely coincidental. We’ll have to talk to the owner to get the feel for this before we assume anything. I’ve had wild cases where they caught you off guard.”
The town ME chimed in.
“Coincidences are rare in forensics.”
The second he said it, she pointed at Chris, knowing he was going to start dancing at any second.
He’d found the antithesis of Zane Legend.
“Don’t enjoy this too much,” she said, knowing he was in his glory.
