“So, Trey made a visit. Good to see you didn’t feel the need to go to church.”
She laughed.
“Oh, well, I was close. I think we settled that down, but now, it’s up to Corbin to figure this out. His dead husband gave him permission to live, and we’ll see if he is stubborn or listens.”
Ethan had faith in Corbin.
“He’s stubborn, but when he figures something out, he’s pretty good at fixing what he broke. I trust him. Alex is the wildcard here.”
Oh, well, tell her something she didn’t know.
He.
Always.
Was.
Elizabeth continued with the case.
“Then, we found out all of the victims, and we’re calling it that because there’s no doubt they were taken out sketchily by this nut, all went to the same funeral home to be embalmed. We have names, and I’m ready to roll after I check in with Chris.”
He lifted a brow.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“So that’s one of my first interviews, right after the guy who works for Bill Farmington. He employs a guy who killed his best friend over…wait for it…a woman. So, that put him on my radar.”
Ethan considered it.
“Was he in jail?”
She nodded.
“Yeah, he just got out not too long ago.”
Ethan hated to be the bearer of bad news, but that wasn’t going to fit. It wouldn’t work.
“Then, how was he doing this the last three years?” he asked, playing devil’s advocate. “Or earlier? Serial killers don’t take that long of a break.”
She knew what he was saying.
“You’re right, and I know what you’re thinking.”
He waited.
“It won’t be him, and it’s to waste my time, right?” she asked.
He nodded.
Damn it.
Elizabeth sighed.
“Okay, you told me there would be red herrings, and I’m assuming this person handpickedEVERYSINGLE PERSONI’m running into and set this up.”
Yeah, unfortunately.
