That was what she was thinking. If they were there longer, she could eliminate one person from her suspect list.
“One skull was still pale white,” Tony said.
Yeah, but that wouldn’t explain access to the building months ago from a man who inherited it from his father’s previous business deal. She couldn’t connect him to it before the present, and that made him very low on the suspect list.
He didn’t find the victims’ eyes, so she could take him off her list of‘he who found it, left it’.
It just didn’t fit.
Also, his dad had died a year ago, and a new skull that was pure white meant recent, so that cleared his father.
There was no way he climbed out of his grave, did this, and went back.
The Slater’s didn’t fit.
This was a case of wrong place, wrong time, but the building version.
They had a secret dumping ground, where the killer likely assumed it would stay hidden. Whoever had created his littlesexual memorial likely didn’t think the building would be sold—or utilized.
“Thanks, Tony. Keep going with the skulls. Tell Chris to keep working on the eyes.”
He would.
“He said to stay out of trouble because you tend to get into it,” Tony offered, passing on the message.
Wasn’t that the truth?
Well, what fun would that be?
“Yeah, I gotta be me. That’s not changed in forever, so tell him not to hold his breath.”
When she hung up, Ivan turned in his seat to share what he’d overheard—or in this case, hadn’t.
“Nothing weird went on when you were inside with your interview. Well, the attorney gave off a vibe. He ran in like his sphincter was on fire.”
Uriel actually laughed.
“Meat eaters,” he joked.
Elizabeth slapped him on the arm.
“Cut it out, granola hippy. Some of us like a steak now and again. Don’t judge.”
He just winked at her.
Because of all that transpired, Elizabeth was to the point. She had a top suspect, solely based on his behavior.
“I told Gene that I want the lawyer run. He looked twitchy,” she admitted, as Gene held out the business card. “We’ll run this for DNA too. Mine and Gene’s will have to be excluded, but we have the attorney’s now. Thanks, Devon, for making Mr. Sweaty give me a business card,” she said to no one in particular.
The man had helped in ways he’d never know.
“What do you want to do next?” Callen said. “We have the address ready to go for the man’s security firm.”
She wasn’t shocked.
“Hold onto that. I’m going to mull this around a bit. We’re going to head to the cemetery to talk to the groundskeeper first, since that’s where people are being buried. Put the security company on our list of interviews. I need to consider if the person who did the drive-bys needs to be on my list.”
They could do that.
