He was to the point.
“Desert Storm.”
She hated it when a soldier became homeless, and then lost his life on the streets when he’d served their country.
It pissed her off.
“Okay. Find his family,” she said. “If I come across a jar of kidneys, I’ll let you know.”
Chris didn’t know if this would be helpful or not.
“Both Alexi and I confirmed that COD is the stab to the heart. A knife punctured his heart, and he bled out around midnight last night. That’s how he died.”
She was curious.
“And he has both of his eyes, right?” she asked.
Chris confirmed it.
“Yes. Both are intact.”
She was thinking about it.
“We need to figure out if he came across the stash, and the killer shanked him, or if he was just a victim of a random act of violence and not tied to this case.”
Chris couldn’t answer that.
None of them could.
Well, unless they talked to his friends.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he said. “That’s more your area than mine.”
Elizabeth laughed.
Yeah, tell her about it.
Only, she busted her husband’s ass.
“This is why we all love Zane. He speculates, and helps us come up with a theory.”
Oh, well, she was out of luck on that one because that shit wasn’t happening from him.
“That’s a you problem, Boo. I’m not doing that, and you know it. I will speculate on one thing, though.”
Oh, well, he had her attention.
“Yes?”
He shared what he’d observed.
“Your male detective has a thing for the female detective. He’s super protective of her, but she seems to be oblivious. I just watched him and her together. I thought you should know.”
Elizabeth laughed.
And the men in the car knew why.
Someone had just called out Cupid, and she was always available for that little side gig.
