Ethan was curious.
“You okay?” he whispered.
She nodded.
“Yeah, sorry. My brain was collecting facts for later,” she admitted. “You know how it is.”
Well, that he did, but he knew it was more. his wife was onto something.
He’d bet on it.
To keep up with Jeffrey, she moved toward the graves that he’d been discussing, and she checked them out.
They were men, all three of them.
And they were side-by-side.
Now, she was even more confused.
“We have all female skulls. Why the males?” she asked, knowing Ethan would understand what she was saying.
Ethan kept his voice low.
“If he was test running, he wouldn’t care. Trust me on this, Elizabeth. My gut says he’s digging them up,” he admitted. “I’d bet my badge that if we dug up everyone in this cemetery, we’d have around twenty missing their heads.”
Oh, she believed her husband.
While the funeral home was on the back burner in her mind when it came to stealing eyeballs, she knew that the family could ask to open the casket again to say goodbye, and if eyes were missing, you’d know.
Plus, there were a few skulls found in the room. This collector had a bigger collection than just eyes.
Ethan continued.
“Gender wouldn’t matter as he was learning. It would be about testing the time to do the deed. These three are so close to the trees, and it’s shaded over here. How much do you want to bet the person who dug them up was testing himself to see how quickly he could do it, and if he could get away with it too.”
Yeah, she didn’t doubt that.
Apparently, both she and Ethan were on‘Team Grave Robber’as being tied to this.
Coincidences were bullshit in investigating, and with this being the biggest cemetery inHolladay,there was no doubt this would be the easiest place to steal remains.
It would be about more than just the three grave robberies.
“I don’t like anything about this, Ethan,” she whispered, as she knelt down and picked a few weeds to stall.
Oh, he knew.
This told him all he needed to know about this person, and none of it was good. They really needed that DNA done because he wanted those graves open.
His gut was warning him that this was far deeper than just some collector of eyeballs who got off on it.
They’d chased a few bad guys who made his belly go cold with fear.
Lottie was one.
George LaRue was the other.
Now, he was getting that sick feeling all over again.
