If anything, Elizabeth was consistent. It appeared that he was going to have to be the one lectured now.
“I have very little,” he admitted. “The autopsy of the vet is done. You have that. We’ve been off the crime scene for four hours, Elizabeth. DNA discovery, while quicker with our equipment, it still takes time.”
She was staring at him.
“We don’t have elves who magically make it happen.”
Oh, well, she had bad news for him.
“Then, you better make sure that the elves you do have get their asses moving. I need something. Tony said the skulls were boiled. I need DNA. If I don’t get DNA, I won’t be able to start digging into this in the morning. Open up a tooth, de-goo an eyeball. Just find me something.”
Gene tried to save Chris.
An angsty Elizabeth focused on work, was a bitch to deal with, even on a good day.
“We have the list of recent dead. That’s forwarded over to Chris’ team, and they can use that to run DNA a little faster,” he said.
She stared at him.
And laid down the law—despite him being her family, and someone she loved.
“I need the information as quickly as possible, and I’m not playing. Ethan and I believe this person is either digging up recent deaths to get his jollies off with, taking their heads and eyes as souvenirs, or is killing them and then going back for trophies to avoid the police. From the quantity of eyes, he’s been successful up to this moment.”
Uh-oh.
Chris knew what that meant.
And it was bad.
“If we take a collector’s sexual trophies, or disturb them in any way, it escalates immediately.”
She nodded.
And now, he got the picture.
“Ethan didn’t give me the full profile yet, but this person is smart. They started practicing on graves tucked off into the corner of the cemetery, and when caught, adjusted somehow. I need to know everything as quickly as I can. Our team has to be on their game for this one. LikeEVERYONE.”
Okay, this was escalating, and he knew it. There was no way they’d get lucky on this. That meant it was a damn good thing he had Chrissy on her way there.
Smart killers were dangerous.
Granted, this was the rodeo they always went to, but no one liked playing there.
Luckily for him, he had an ace up his sleeve.
He had a new hire for the lab.
Well, he was super grateful he’d thrown money at the problem. Hopefully, his boss, the deputy director, didn’t get cranky about that.
Was it illegal?
Mehhhh.
Was it problematic when rich people bought people to work for them?
It was in a gray area, especially in the FBI, but his family’s well-being depended on it, so he was more than happy with it.
He just hoped that didn’t get out, or there were going to be angry employees, like Ben. He’d yet to tell him that he was being replaced by Chrissy as head tech, and morgue manager.
