Page 401 of Scene of the Crime


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Oh, she knew that feeling.

Only, before she could reassure him, security alerted them.

“We’re here,” Ivan said. “When we go in, stick close. I’ve seen a few horror movies that began with a funeral home, and ended with being buried alive.”

“PASS,”Ethan said. “I’ve done that, and the movies have nothing on it.”

She ran her hand up and down his thigh, and so did Gene to offer him doubt the reassurance.

“If you want to sit…”

He stopped her.

“Not a chance.”

Well, that answered that.

As they got out, they headed toward the big funeral home, and she pointed.

“Ivan and Raph, watch the doors. We can handle the brothers, but I don’t want anyone sneaking in.”

The only reason he was allowing that was because they were down Uriel, and Gene was currently all over Ethan.

Elizabeth could hold her own.

Most of the time.

“Be careful, and radio at the slightest issue.”

She laughed.

“It’s a funeral home. If you smell the crematorium kicking on, come get me.”

He just rolled his eyes.

As they approached the door, she checked the place out. By way of final stops on your life’s journey, it was a nice one. It was big, white, had a ramp to roll the casket down to head to the cemetery, and had a yard full of flowers.

She could see why people chose it.

As they walked in, they were met with a man in a suit. He was standing there, somberly.

“Yes, can I help you?”

Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. At that very moment, this place likely had bodies lying in wait for funerals. It would have been weird had she come in and he was smiling.

“I need to speak to the owners,” she said, showing him her badge, and Ethan doing the same. Gene just crossed his arms over his chest, giving the dude the hairy eyeball.

Apparently, he was playing bodyguard.

That worked for her.

As they introduced themselves, he looked surprised.

Well, yeah, color her surprised too. She wasn’t a funeral home fan, but here she was, standing in artificial light, interviewing to find the mad humper.

“Oh, well, to what do I owe this visit?” the man said. “I’m Hector. I own the place.”

She was aware.