When Gabe answered, he had it on speakerphone.
“Hey, what’s…?”
Ethan didn’t have time.
“We have a problem.”
There was a pause, and they knew that Gabe was moving somewhere silent where he could talk in private.
“What is it?” he finally said.
Ethan went there.
“Elizabeth is off. She feels like this particular killer has been gunning from her from the start. I need a favor,” he said. “I demand one.”
Gabe was a game player himself. In fact, he was the king of them.
“What do you need? I’m not playing with her life. Tell me what I can do?”
He was to the point.
“This is a long time coming. This killer, we think, started over twenty years ago. It’s been methodical. It’s been long planned out. I need you to start listening to see if anyone knowsanything about this. Before we progress, we need to know how this person is so attune with her methods.”
Gabe didn’t like this.
“What’s going on?”
He told him.
“Every single step has been a red herring. Every single piece of evidence leads nowhere, and we’re going in circles. I profiled it, and I know I’m right, but we’re missing something. You were the head of the FBI back then. Can you see if there’s anything you recall that might be similar to this case?”
Gabe was curious.
“Is she right there?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Gabe addressed her.
“Elizabeth?”
She went there.
“It’s a bad one, Gabe. I can feel it coming, and we have that award ceremony this weekend coming up. I need to make sure I’m not in danger, because this killer will start picking off the people I love.”
Ethan interrupted.
“We can skip the award ceremony.”
Oh, over her dead body. She’d worked damn hard to get Ethan and Gene this moment, and there was no way.
“No, we can’t. If I abort, that might be more danger. I have to keep going, and hope I can figure this out.”
Gene offered to help.
“You can go back, and I can handle this case if we don’t wrap it, Elizabeth. I don’t mind.”
Know who did mind?
