Now that they’d handled that, Ethan went there.
“Now,” Ethan said. “Do you want what I can give you for my profile?”
She nodded, but before she could say anything, she saw the alert on her phone.
“The detectives just sent an email. I’m going to bet that it’s about what they are researching. I put them on the security company, Larry Springer, and to chase the shell company who owned the house before Devon Slater.”
He had seen the update on her drive.
“If you forward it over, I’ll get it on your drive for you for later.”
She appreciated that.
When she was done, it was time for a profile.
Getting out, she set the dog free, and he trotted over to a tree to pee. Well, at least he was potty-trained. Wait until he saw the tent they called home.
Someone was about to be spoiled.
“It’s profile time,” she said, alerting the other people on her team. “Well, the beginning of one.”
They all regrouped.
“Are we keeping the dog?” Gene asked, not sure what the outcome would be. His husband was a wildcard.
Ethan answered.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I’ve been a controlling dick about that. I’m not stopping Elizabeth from getting dogs. She’s a grown-ass woman. She knows her limits. Callen, you have to sleep alone. The dog is taking your spot.”
He gasped.
“What?”
That made her laugh.
“Now I know why you said I could, EJ. You’re cutting out the competition.”
He grinned.
“Oh, am I?” he asked, amused and playing dumb. “Damn. I didn’t even think about that. Crazy.”
Callen flipped him off.
With both fingers.
“Anyway,” Ethan said, amused, “I have a baseline. Chris sent me the DNA information, so I could add it to my profile. I’m going to say that this person had contact with them. You just have to figure out how. It won’t be random. The more I think about it, if he’s actually killed them, so he can then lowkey poach their eyes and skull later, he would have watched and interacted with them. Collectors like to make sure their collection is perfect.”
Elizabeth listened.
Yeah, she wasn’t a fan of chasing a collector, but one who was also interacting and a watcher? It made it far more difficult for the investigator.
“I saw the drive, and everything you went over at dinner. With Jonathan Miller likely dying because of what he knew, I wouldn’t doubt that this person picked them for a specific reason. You just have to figure out how they crossed paths, and that should direct us to him.”
Well, she could do that.
Elizabeth hoped.
She went back over what Chris had told them since he’d gotten them ID. Maybe there was something in what he’d shared. It was time to dig in.
