“Hot damn,” she said.
That had Elizabeth’s attention.
“What?” she asked.
Chrissy printed out a sheet and rolled it back toward Elizabeth.
“I found you something to help out.”
That intrigued her.
Reading it, she smiled.
“You ran the DNA through the system to see if we had any cold cases for rape?”
Chrissy nodded.
“And you have them. Ten years ago.”
Oh, well, that was interesting.
Ethan lifted a brow.
“Wait. So you have someone stealing skulls almost twenty years ago, and then someone assaulting women ten years ago?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
“There are three rapes that went cold when the guy couldn’t be found. He broke into the homes, raped the women, and left. Why is that bothering you?”
He was to the point.
“It wouldn’t happen like that.”
She lifted a brow.
“It wouldn’t?”
Ethan shook his head.
“No, it’s backward. The person would have started with rape, got freaked out about getting caught, or got more turned on by bodies, and went to coffin jacking—not in reverse. They wouldn’t start taking skulls before assaulting women.”
She stared at him.
“Uh, what’s it mean then?”
Oh, he knew.
Only, he needed more information.
“Where is the DNA from that coffin from years ago?” he asked.
Chris shared.
“In Salt Lake City.”
He glanced over at Callen, who had been silent the whole time as he was listening.
“Bro, I need you to go pick it up, and get it back here. We need it run, ASAP.”
