Callen lifted a brow.
“That important?” he asked.
He nodded.
“Yeah, trust me on this. Chrissy, when he gets back with it, make it a priority over the other trace. Then, compare it to the semen we have, and the semen from the unsolved cases. Get them all.”
She scribbled down a priority list, and nodded.
“I’ll get on it, but if we get called out…”
Ethan wasn’t having it.
“Then Ben will have to go out, but I need you on those samples.”
She didn’t question it.
Neither did Elizabeth. She knew it had to be big if Ethan was taking over with directives. He rarely did that.
Chrissy began making calls to handle what Ethan was requesting.
Callen pointed at Uriel.
“Let’s ride,” he said. “We’ll catch up,” he said to his wife, giving her a kiss.
She warned him.
“Be careful,” she stated. “Cas, make sure you watch both of your backs.”
He nodded.
They headed out.
Chris picked up where Chrissy left off, since she was busy arranging trace to be sent there from police archives in Salt Lake City.
“The skin we found over the eyes wasn’t Steph’s. It is a male, so we have no clue where it came from,” he admitted. “We’ll get the DNA on that.”
Ethan stopped him.
“Don’t worry about it as much. He’s tossing in all the red herrings to mess with her. Let’s keep it focused. This person is laying the groundwork for the final game. That’s not going to help, and it’ll just slow down Chrissy. Our ace in the hole is her,and how quickly this division can process DNA. This person is accustomed to going against regular labs—not ours.”
Elizabeth agreed.
“We button it down, and we make sure we keep it cohesive. I need all of the techs on their game.”
She stared at Ben.
“ALL OF THEM.”
He said nothing, but she knew he wanted to. They were going to have to address that mess that was coming.
She could see it.
“Anything else on trace?” she asked.
Chris shook his head.
“No, Elizabeth, we’re still running everything else, and we’re also processing eyeballs. We don’t have anything new on that, since we got hit with Steph Lewis last night.”
