“He got braver after the first three. They were picked due to location, until he could perfect his craft. That tells me he’s careful, and we aren’t going to catch him easily.”
Well, that said it all.
Ethan was locked in on that one.
That wasn’t good.
Only, how the holy hell was she supposed to get that verified? That was a big investigative leap, and she knew it.
So, she tapped her vest.
“Gene, get ready to do one hell of a deep dive on the recent burial list. I mentioned that Tora and Mac were on it, but I need you to dig too. This is why I wanted all of us covering our bases. Something feels off. I need more information—in fact, Ineed everything we can find on the people. Break down that list for me.”
There was no hesitation.
“Copy,” he said back over the com. Honestly, he didn’t mind, since he was already working that angle for his partner.
Elizabeth glanced back at the pile of dirt that was Lory’s grave, and what Ethan had said. She was starting to put it together, and she didn’t like what it was coming out to be.
Not.
At.
All.
Jeffrey moved closer.
“What are you saying?” he asked. “What list?”
Elizabeth had to be careful, because she didn’t want to alarm or irritate the man. As of that moment, she wasn’t sure where to place him in all of this.
He was the caretaker, and the most obvious suspect. He patrolled the grounds, but he was one man, and sleeping wasn’t a sin.
She had to figure this out.
“Jeffrey, we think that those times the graves were opened is tied to a case we’re working. We think someone is opening more graves and stealing things,” she said, trying to get him to understand without pissing him off.
In fact, Elizabeth thought what she said was calm. She thought she phrased that in the best possible way.
But she didn’t.
Clearly.
Jeffrey exploded, and he swung out with both arms, hitting both her and Ethan with them.
And he sent them flying.
That’s when all Hell broke loose.
Jeffrey, the flower grower, didn’t pull a punch.
Not one bit.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Hotel
Same Time
