This.
Was.
Weird.
“Because if he’s fucking skulls, and using them to jerk off, he’s likely using the rest of them,” she admitted.
Oh, lordy.
Someone was going to Hell.
That was for sure.
“I’ve never had a case like this,” Ethan said.
On that, Gene agreed.
“Ditto. I’ve had people fucking corpses, but not in a coffin and not taking their head after. It’s usually a perverted ME or funeral staff with too much time on their hands.”
On that, she agreed.
But the crazy was getting…crazier.
“Someone is doing the dead dirty. I’m willing to bet my badge that one of those sets of eyes belong to Lory Vanbruggen, because it’s in this area where the person is accustomed to hunting, a female, and it’s a death we would have tagged as suspicious.”
Ethan knew one thing.
“If they do, we have a huge problem.”
Everyone focused on him.
“What?” Gene asked.
Oh, he told them.
“We’re going to have to get federal warrants to have all the bodies exhumed. If we get DNA back, and we have the people already embalmed the families and media are about to blow this the fuck up. If this is a collector, and he at all likes attention, this will fuel it, and it’s going to go from what it is now to a game. This person will escalate, and change it up to protect themselves.”
And that was horrible for anyone investigating it.
This was out of control.
Especially for them.
Chapter Ten
Hotel Bed
Dreaming
Monday Late Afternoon
The darkness around him shifted, and Corbin didn’t know where he was, or what he was doing. All he knew was that he’d been taking a nap. Then, he’d woken up here. Where was here? Well, it was a familiar sight.
One he never wanted to see again.
He was standing in front of his brownstone’s door, back in Philadelphia.
On the door, there was a cheerful wreath, and he remembered that too.
