Callen gasped.
Oh, shit.
She was right.
UNFORTUNATELY.
Then, she continued.
“It won’t be my ass on the line. It’s yours. I did my job. Ethan didn’t end up paralyzed. Go me.”
No, but he was annoyed, but not because they’d been knocked around by the big, unpredictable man.
“This is bothering me,” he said as he proceeded to explain to them his train of thought. “The first three graves, we know he picked due to the relatively safe location of them. Jeffrey said he did the walk twice. Once at nine, and once before dawn. That makes those hard to see at either of those times.”
No one stopped him, since he was working it out for them to be on the same page.
“Assuming he is digging up more bodies, and not getting the eyes at the funeral home post embalming, how did he pick the new targets? There are only three graves over where the ‘Grave Robber’ struck. What are we missing? It won’t be random. It never is.”
She wasn’t sure, but she had an idea as to what they were overlooking. She also had something bothering her. Maybe, it was all connected.
“That grave over there. It’s a Lory Vanbruggen. Look at the dates. The grass isn’t growing on her grave. She was buried almost two weeks ago. What’s the saying? Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street?”
Ethan was confused.
That was a saying for bald men who were getting laid, wasn’t it?
“Okay, and?” he asked, not sure where she was taking it.
Elizabeth went there.
“Gene, pull up an obituary for me, and read it to us,” she said. “Because this is fishy as fuck. I think what you’re thinking is tied to what I’m thinking, EJ. It’s catching in my head, and I think it is because it’s the odd thing out for me. I know we came here because of the grave robberies, but I think we just stumbled onto something big.”
The man pulled out his phone, and did just that.
Only, there was no cell service.
“MATE,” he said, bringing her online.
Hopefully, the satellite that MATE was attached to was getting the signal down here.
When she appeared before them, she smiled.
“You rang?”
He needed help.
“I need you to go into the local morgue database. Chris is there now. You should be able to clone the information off of their drive.”
She grinned.
“Oh, spy shit. I love some spy shit. What do you need?”
Well, it was good to see their AI was more than willing to play. Only, it wasn’t exactly sneaky. She could have just calledChris for the information—if he wasn’t on his way to the hotel to kick their asses.
Gene continued.
“Lory Vanbruggen, DOB five-seventeen, nineteen ninety-nine,” he said. “What killed her?” he asked. “The boss lady needs COD on her death certificate.”
