Elizabeth laughed because…God. It was good to have Chrissy back.
“Well, no shock there,” she said. “How about any trace?” she asked.
Chrissy shook her head.
“I swabbed the shit out of that coffin, not literally, of course. There are fingerprints, but when we ran them, they came back and don’t scream killer.”
She lifted a brow.
“Who? Maybe I should decide that.”
Chrissy picked up a piece of paper, and rolled toward her boss to share.
“We found the victim’s mother, her father, two siblings, and then the funeral home staff. A Hector and Travis Del Rio. I ran them, and they are both in the system, but not for anything major. Travis has a DUI, and Hector once had to access a military base to pick up a deceased soldier, so he was fingerprinted.”
Elizabeth heard the names, and that piqued her interest. Yes, they were the funeral homeowners, but she couldn’t let anything slide.
“Send that over to me.”
Chrissy would.
She continued.
“I kept working on the skull that was found tombstone adjacent,” she offered. “The eyes were Steph’s. They came from her. I ran the DNA from them, and compared it to some skin I scraped from the remains. This person plucked them out, and used them to set the scene.”
Ethan knew why.
“He was testing you to see how long it would take you to figure out they belonged to Steph, and if you’d figure out she worked for the church. He’s layering in clues, and likely watching to see how far behind you actually are.”
Yeah, well, he liked to watch, apparently.
Let him.
It would be his downfall.
Chrissy continued.
“We ran the horns,” she offered, and was cut off by Ben who was not far away, stewing in his own juices. He had a look on his face, and Elizabeth was glad this was not her circus.
Chris was likely going to have a war brewing there. Someone didn’t like not being theONLYhead tech.
“I ran the horns,” he corrected, and they are from a particular antelope that is only found in Asia. It’s big game,” he added.
Chrissy rolled her eyes, and Elizabeth knew why.
There was no‘I’in team when working for her, and it seemed like Ben didn’t know that.
“Okay, so someone got an antelope and used its horns to look like a devil to freak me out. What’s it attached with?” she asked.
Ben couldn’t answer, but Chrissy could.
“Get this. Gorilla Glue. You can buy it anywhere, and I tested for fingerprints on the skull, hoping maybe the person touched the glue and left me a print somewhere, but he didn’t.”
Damn.
This person was hella smart.
When Chrissy’s system chimed, she rolled over.
