She’d been bamboozled again in this wackadoo scavenger hunt for a crazy.
Her hopes had been up, but they were dashed. This was another red herring left by the killer.
Son of a bitch.
Someone got lucky when pointing her at this funeral home.
Again.
When Ethan, Gene, and Raphael joined them, Raphael was dragging Hector Del Rio out with him.
Blackhawk raced to his wife’s side.
“Holy shit! Are you okay?” he asked.
She pointed at the man in cuffs who was now sobbing up a storm.
“He stole a ring, and that’s why he ran,” she offered. “Not because he’s raping corpses and taking their eyes and head. He got us again.”
Both brothers gasped.
“WHAT?”they said together.
In that moment, Elizabeth knew one thing.
The killer had perfected the game. This was not going to be a lead but a pitfall. They’d hit another dead end. He’d purposely picked all the same victims who used this particular funeral home for one reason alone.
To fuck with them.
Oh, and he’d done it again.
Spectacularly.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Back In Damascus
Alex Bartlett’s Place
Tuesday
Ten A.M.
Not only had he driven away from his career, and another one-night stand, but he’d driven away from hope, and Alex knew it.
It was funny how yesterday at that time, the world looked completely different than it did now.
Now, it sucked.
That was all his fault, and he knew it.
When he got into his car, he turned off his phone, not wanting to deal with Elizabeth. There was no doubt that she’d be calling him to talk him down from the ledge, but that wasn’t happening.
His mind was made up.
He was done with the FBI.
The next step for him was to notify the landlord of this apartment that he was leaving, and head back to DC. Alex was going to tuck his tail and run.
