“EJ, did you hear me?”
He looked over, thinking he had a way to prove that this killer wasn’t just harvesting eyeballs, but also heads.
“Sorry, I was working on the profile, and thought about something. Do we have a black light?” he asked. “I need to check something.”
Uh, okay.
Well, whatever her profiler needed, if it would give her a clearer picture, he was getting it.
Hell!
If he asked for a trampoline and a trombone at this point, she’d make it happen.
When Chris called for Benjamin, and told him what he needed, it didn’t take the man long to bring everything they required to do this.
It was going to be a process.
“Give me a second to black out the windows,” Ben said, as he and techs put up screens to do just that.
It didn’t take long.
Then, he was ready.
“What do you want me to check?” he asked, focusing on Elizabeth.
She deferred this to her husband.
Willingly.
Ethan pointed.
“Start with the chair, and what’s around it. Then, I want you to spread out. Check the jars, and the skulls.”
The room was dark now, thanks to the screens, and Ben started the light.
With the first sweep over the chair, they had their answer.
Like he suspected, the chair glowed like the Fourth of July. Someone was shooting off something, and it wasn’t fireworks.
“We have semen,” he admitted. “Someone was jerking off pretty hard,” he said.
Elizabeth stared at Ben.
“Scan. Don’t commentate. We’ve all worked crime scenes. We know what was painted, and with what.”
God.
She missed Chrissy.
How Chris was dealing with babysitting this bunch was beyond her. He had to be exhausted. She was, and she only had to deal with the lab techs a little. Chris spent his whole day surrounded by grown children.
He kept going and the closer he got to the shelves, the less fluid trace there was.
“So he sat in the chair, staring at the collection, and jerked off?” Tora asked. “That’s his second hobby, post-stealing heads and eyeballs?”
Blackhawk went there.
“Yes,” Ethan said.
