She figured as much.
Anything he got from here on out was going to just bog them down even more. It meant more exhumations.
“Chris, if you have a minute, can I speak to you?” she asked, whistling to get Shadow to follow her, and like the good dog he was, he did.
Chris led them into the small storage room, and patted the thread-worn couch.
“Since you brought the dog, I’m assuming I’m not getting lucky,” he joked.
She snorted.
“Oh, you’re about to get the opposite.”
He lifted his brow.
“Unlucky?”
She nodded.
“You know how much I love and adore you, and that it pains me to dump shit on you…”
“Oh, no. What did my mother do? Was she dancing in the moonlight again, naked? I don’t know if I can glue her clothes to her, Elizabeth. She likes a full moon.”
Yeah, it was a full moon, too.
Oh, she wished that was the case, but it wasn’t.
Here it went.
“We came across something. It’s not about Janet. Oddly, she’s the least of your problems right now. We have a legality issue.”
He paused.
“Is it about Chrissy and me buying her off to come work here?”
She laughed.
“Oddly, no, and that better not come back to bite me in the ass, Christopher.”
He was confused.
“Then, what, because I tend to do things by the book?”
Oh, this was going to make a grown man cry, so she just went there to rip the bandage off.
“Alexi’s father was arrested and went to jail for black-market organ harvesting. He lost his medical license because of it, and Alexi changed his last name to hide from it. So if you’ve been vetting him, you’re not finding anything suspicious under Redmond.”
The second she said it, his face said it all.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
She said nothing.
It was time to let him absorb this.
“I can’t believe this. I find the perfect ME, and he’s tied to something ugly like that?”
She was to the point.
