The boss wasn’t playing. They knew the plan. It was to update, but say nothing about that one specific detail.
“Chris is going to get the ME to say nothing in his report. That’s theONLYway we’re keeping this case—for now. I don’t want to go home, only to be called back here in three weeks to be further behind.”
They got it.
Mum was the word.
“Head out. We’ll meet you at the hotel after you handle that. We have light duty today. Until we have DNA, we need to bang out the interviews.”
Corbin saluted.
“Do you want the groundskeeper interview, or do you want to pass that off to us?”
Yeah, no.
That was hers.
She’d take that after talking to the real estate dude.
“We got that. Be safe out there, and we’ll text when we get to the hotel. We’ll grab dinner to talk this out. Like I said, today is the legwork as we wait on DNA. Have I said how much I miss Chrissy?”
Mac was curious.
“Who is Chrissy?” he asked, as all the men were behind Elizabeth, trying to warn them.
Too late.
“Only the best forensic scientist in the whole goddamn world. I’d give her my ovaries if I had them. That’s how much I miss her.”
Okay, then.
Someone had attachment issues.
Callen clued his wife in.
“Let’s revisit the names from the cemetery. Who do you want working that?”
Oh, she had newbies to haze.
The cops were about to be put to the test.
“For those of you who know me, how many times have I hired someone at the beginning of a case?”
Alex laughed.
“Uh, never. You run them through the wringer first, making sure they aren’t serial killers.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Are either of you serial killers?” she asked the two detectives.
Mac gasped.
Tora…she went with humor.
“Yeah, and now, there goes that job. Shit. I should have hidden it better.”
It made Elizabeth laugh.
