He glanced over at Tora.
“Can you please handle that, Detective Quinley?” he asked, even though Mac was closer to the coffee pot.
Oh, strike one.
Did he just give a woman a task based on it being more of a chore for them in his gender driven psychosis?
Oh, yeah, she knew Mac and Tora weren’t making it up, at all. She had a raging chauvinist on her hands.
It was when Mac stopped Tora, and he handled it, taking a stand for his partner, that she knew everything she needed to know about the detective.
Now, that was how you behaved as a man.
Her husbands were equal opportunity guys. Whoever was closest to the coffee pot made the coffee.
Or the food.
Or policed the kids.
Someone wasn’t a team player.
From where she sat, Ethan was studying him. From the way his eyes narrowed, his dilated eyes, she knew he was wishing the man bodily harm.
By his own fists.
It was clear that Ethan had felt protective about Tora then, and now.
Interesting.
“Thank you,” she said, when Mac handed her and Ethan cups, and then made two more for himself and Tora.
When she focused on the cop behind the desk, she was to the point.
“I like to check in with the local LEOS when I’m on a case. It helps us keep the communication open, so there is no mistakes as the case is handed over.”
The man made his own cup of coffee, but he side-eyed Mac something fierce.
There was no love lost there.
He likely handed them this case because it was going to be a shitshow.
“Oh, well, I appreciate that. How is this case looking? When my detectives pulled the vagrant, I had no clue they would be getting a room with eyeballs in it.”
Oh, she bet.
“My team has determined there are ten sets of eyes—give or take a few. There are also skulls, but not as many to match up with the eyes. I’ve passed them off to my anthropologist, and with my ME’s assistance, they are going to get me COD, if possible, so I can try to determine their identities.”
He sipped his coffee.
“How long will that take?” he asked.
Ethan nudged her.
Oh, and she got it.
“Well, how long would it take your lab to determine DNA on twenty sets of eyes?” she asked.
He shrugged.
