“Go back twenty years, and access all of our cases. IfANYof us worked them, including Chris, when he wasn’t on my team, find a connection to this current case. Then, throw that net out for that DNA that we’re going to be comparing. I want to know where this nomad killer hunts. Clearly, he’s been going a while, and that means he likely moved around. Expand the search to be across the whole country.”
She saluted.
“Oh, is it a bad time to tell you that you have warrants coming in, and graves that can be opened?” MATE offered.
“Yeah, it’s a terrible time.”
She shrugged.
“Okay, I won’t tell you,” she said as Elizabeth’s phone chimed, and it was the sound indicative of Chris messaging her. When she pulled her phone out, she saw the text.
‘Your warrants are in. I’ve contacted the church, and there’s equipment on the way. We’re opening some graves. I’ll see you there. Love you.’
Well, shit.
So much for regrouping back at the hotel, or going to Jeffrey’s home to discuss the fact that his mother was dead. It looked as if that was going to have to wait.
“Thanks, MATE,” she said.
When their assistant disappeared, Ethan wanted to know.
“What’s the plan?” he asked.
She knew there was only one choice. This killer was playing a game, and he wanted her to find those graves and open them.
It looked like he was getting his wish.
This was a weird case, and a shit day two, that was for damn sure.
Yet, here she was.
“Let’s meet Chris at the cemetery. Find out where Callen is, and when he’s due back.”
Ethan could do that.
“And the two brothers?” Gene asked, jerking his head back toward the building. “Do you want to press charges?”
She shook her head.
“No, let the brother deal with the whole ring thing. He didn’t hurt me. He just ran. If I had a dollar for every person who ran from me…”
Yeah, they knew the rest.
They’d be rich.
The big question was this. They were rich, so why the hell were they still playing these games?
Oh, yeah.
Because, clearly, they were idiots.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Damascus
Same Time
The Baron’s Mansion
