Yeah, she did.
What wouldn’t she give to have Chrissy on her team? The woman was a one-person firecracker who outworked most people when it came to doing her job.
“I’ll be patient,” she said.
Would she?
Likely not, but that was neither here nor there. She’d ask forgiveness later.
As soon as Chris saw the tombstone, he sighed.
“You bring out the worst in people,” he admitted.
That amused her.
“I mean, it’s a skill,” she said. “Some women are pretty, and some are smart. I just piss a killer off,” she stated.
Oh, well, the ironic part of that was she was both pretty and smart, and that’s why killers tended to focus on her. They thought she was an easy opponent.
Spoiler.
She.
Was.
Not.
As Chris stared at the tombstone, he shook his head. This person was out of their mind. The horns gave it away.
“We’ll have to run the species they belonged to, because from here, I can tell they didn’t grow naturally.”
She actually laughed.
“Thank God. I thought he’d caged and skinned Satan, and was wearing his goat suit. That’s the only good news in all of this. Someone likes some late-night crafts with animal parts, and skulls.”
Chris whistled.
“Tech!” he called right after. “Clean up in aisle cuckoo!”
Elizabeth stepped back, and as she did, a tech went to move past her.
“Hey, boss,” Chrissy said, pulling on gloves.
Elizabeth nearly fell backward into the pile of dirt.
That’s how startled she was by the woman’s very familiar voice.
“The fuck?” she asked.
Chris just enjoyed the show.
Yeah, he’d surprised his wife.
“Uh, do you want me to bag and tag?” Chrissy asked, playing dumb. That was half the fun when it came to Elizabeth. The look on her face was priceless.
It was rare you could catch her off guard, but it was clear that was exactly what had happened.
“Am I having an existential crisis where I doubt my whole existence?” she actually asked. “Because that’s Chrissy, and I’m thinking I’ve fallen and hit my head.”
