Was it to feel that connection with his father?
Was it to not piss off the natives here with wealth?
Was it nostalgia?
He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to make sure that their father was safe. Anyone in their family was in danger when it came to their jobs.
Getting out of the blacked-out ride, Raphael was with him step for step.
“Is my wife safe?” he asked, knowing Raphael was wearing his earpiece, so he was likely hearing everything that was going on in the not-so-distant town.
“Yeah, but you’re about to be pissed.”
Hearing that, he glanced over.
“Oh, Jesus. What now?” he asked. “What happened? How could they get into trouble having dinner? We literally left them inside a hotel with a restaurant. Unless it’s booze related, it shouldn’t be happening.”
Oh, well, that was easy.
Trouble found them.
ALWAYS.
Raphael updated him.
“Saint is still with Chris at the morgue, and the trio of troublemakers have gone back to the original crime scene.”
Okay, Ethan wasn’t shocked.
That was normal for his wife. She was likely looking around to see what was tied to Jonathan Miller.
He knew how she thought.
“So they returned to the scene of the crime. What aren’t you telling me?”
Oh, there were a few things.
Raph continued.
“Now, they’re heading to the cemetery. Chris got DNA on two of the eyeballs. The mismatched ones.”
Okay, that didn’t sound like trouble either. With Jeffrey not there, they should be safe.
Right?
Still, he was confused.
“What am I missing?”
Raphael clued in his bestie.
“The soldier who was killed had a dog.”
That was all he had to say.
The second it was out of his mouth, Ethan knew where this was heading.
Right to his wife, the biggest dog lover in the world.
