Post Funeral Home
Tuesday
Mid-Morning
Now, she had a conundrum, and there was no doubt in her mind that there was a risk in going with her gut. What she wanted to do was regroup, go back to the hotel, and relook at everything, because this all felt wrong.
This was a dog and pony show, and she didn’t like it.
Not.
One.
Bit.
The reason being was she was being pulled around by her nose, and for the killer’s amusement.
There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching, and giggling like a schoolgirl over the fact she was being bounced around from clue-to-clue like he’d planned.
This last one was a little too much for her, and could have gotten someone hurt. What if she’d pulled her gun and shot Travis? It would have cost Elizabeth her badge.
Yeah, she needed to handle this differently. The stakes were just too high.
As she stood there, leaning against the side of their ride, she was contemplating their next move.
What she needed was a way to figure this out, and to get something that would work.
Because this wasn’t working.
“You look pissed and perplexed,” Ethan said.
On that, Gene agreed.
“And like you want to punch someone,” he admitted. “You should have punched that dude when you caught him.”
She sighed.
“He’s playing with me. None of this fits. I can tell already that the security company won’t be part of this, and that we’re being jerked around. I’ve done this long enough to know that I’m being screwed with.”
Gene patted her on the back.
“I’m with you on this one. I’m putting my money on the forensics,” he admitted. “We have all of those samples that Callen is heading back with, and that Chrissy is going to run. What do you want to do? It’s your call.”
She was honest.
“I want to go back and regroup. I feel like I’m out in the open here, and that it’s going to be a problem.”
Ivan liked that idea.
“I’ll drive,” he said. “Get your ass in the vehicle.”
She laughed.
“I want to go back, but I can’t. I have to think about this. We’ve had everything but the kitchen sink thrown at us. I had an urn, a vase, and a casket tossed at me, too. This case is weird, and I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface of this one.”
That was problematic.
“I feel rushed, and I feel like I don’t have everything that I need to do this. It all feels...”
