“We just have to get a line on this killer. Get me to the cemetery. I’m about to wander around with the dead, and see if I can figure this shit out.”
Her husband went there.
Someone was feeling brave.
“Oh, you love the dead,” Callen said. “I hear you calling them by name at home. What did you call the one? Oh, yeah. You goddamn ghosts?”
Yeah, that was exactly what she called them.
Instead of going there, she flipped him off.
Yeah, they were in her goddamn house, and that was the last thing she wanted, or needed.
Instead of saying anything to him, because he knew what he did, she focused on the case.
They needed one important piece of information.
If someone could just tell them who owned the skulls and eyeballs, they could go deeper into this case and find a lunatic.
Without it, she was on hold.
And that gave the person behind this time to raise some hell.
Oh, and that was never good for her.
EVER.
Chapter Eight
The Morgue
Same Time
Monday Afternoon
To say that Mac and Tora were excited to be helping the FBI out on a case would underestimate how they were feeling in that moment. Not only were they helping the FBI, but they were also being given the opportunity to become Feds.
That was huge.
So.
Freaking.
Huge.
For Tora, that had been her life goal.
When she’d been saved all of those years ago, she’d made a promise that she’d make something of her life, so as not to squander her second chance.
Now, here she was.
Doing just that.
Being a detective, and helping people had been the stepping stones to what she wanted. Oh, she had one gold badge, but there was another she needed.
And it was within her grasp.
All they had to do was work this case and impress Elizabeth Blackhawk.
