The best part of tonight was getting the hell out of the cemetery, and where they could ensure that no one was watching them.
The last thing they needed was for the killer to change his MO, and find a gun.
Been there.
Done that.
So, as soon as Chris got the coffin closed, and equipment to come remove it from the ground, they packed everything up and headed out.
Chris was at the morgue, managing the body, eyeballs, and horned skull, and she, Callen, and Gene were going to do some work.
As in research.
When she walked into the room, Callen had given her the gift that kept on giving.
A whiteboard.
Yeah, someone knew her well.
Now, after giving the dog a bath, and drying him off, they were settling down.
Security was out getting kibble, and they were locked down inside.
“Okay, so let’s go through this list,” she said, needing to see it all written down. “Gene, you can do the honors,” she admitted.
Callen protested in jest to lighten the mood.
“You let him touch your whiteboard, and that’s not fair. I call foul.”
Elizabeth shrugged.
“You touch my clit. Want to switch?” she asked, not missing a beat.
Gene laughed.
“Hey, Kitten, come purr in my lap.”
Callen pointed at him.
“Bad gay man. Bad!”
That made them all laugh.
When Gene pulled out his notes, she was curious to see who he had written down. Gene was like the record keeper on their team, and he did a damn good job of it, too. She trusted him, simply because they thought alike, and he’d run investigations with Ethan long before she had been in charge of this.
As he wrote the names down, she was mentally crossing them off her own list in her head.
“I’m going in order of meeting people,NOTin order of probability they are the killer,” he admitted.
She understood that.
Gene was pretty methodical in how he thought.
‘Devon Slater
Larry Springer
Jeffrey Von Gunter
