This was more about the fact that this was going to go nuclear as soon as the media got wind, and that was going to happen as soon as the judge approved those warrants. This was going to be all over the news, and the families of these dead women were about to have their lives ripped back open.
And the blowback was going to be nasty.
Bet.
On.
It.
On top of that, she was going to be playing sick and twisted games as someone gunned for her. That never went well in the media.
Speaking of games, that message was definitely going to rile up some men.
Her men.
‘‘Welcome to the game, Deputy Director. You’re next. I’ve been waiting for you.’
That pretty much said it all, and she knew the fallout was coming. It looked like she was saddling up for one hell of a ride into the crazy.
No.
Shock.
There.
That was why they paid her the big money to head this division, and to run her part of the FBI.
That and because she was clearly insane.
As they heard Callen and Uriel heading that way, the sound of slapping footsteps on road, it was only a matter of time before Callen saw it.
In three…
Two…
One.
And she knew when he did.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” he said, coming to a stop beside his wife.
They were all staring at the spectacle on the stone, and no one was amused.
No one.
That’s when he said it.
“You’re going to be the death of all of us,” he added. “I know that’s the norm, but seriously? This side of the country, too?”
Her?
Uh, this was her job.
Right?
“Well, I certainly didn’t provoke a crazy. All I did was show up to a crime scene. I’m only a day in, and I haven’t even started to poke this nut.”
Gene wasn’t shocked this was going to take that route.
