“I’m going to handle the trace. You get to micromanage the scene at the cemetery. We have four bodies coming in. That’s your priority.”
He opened his mouth, and she went there.
“Did I stutter?” she asked.
The man closed his mouth, gave her a dirty look, and headed back toward the equipment.
Callen kept his voice down.
“Oh, he’s not happy.”
She shrugged.
“I don’t really care,” she admitted. “I came here to clean up the Wild Wild West, not to make friends. He’ll get over it. If you want this done right, and fast, I’m your girl.”
He kissed Chrissy on the top of the head.
“Thanks, Sunshine. I’m heading to the cemetery. Good luck finding something for Elizabeth. She needs it.”
Oh, Chrissy would work hard, and fast.
“Say it with pizza,” she said. “You know what I like.”
That he did.
Giving her a fist bump, he headed out to find Chris, so they could go over together.
As he left, Chrissy pulled on gloves, placed the evidence bags on her station, and cracked her knuckles.
If the boss needed evidence, she was getting evidence to find this nut.
Now, hopefully, it would help.
It was time to earn her position here.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Cemetery
Tuesday
Late Morning
Just as Elizabeth assumed, it was a circus when she arrived at the cemetery. The media was there, proving that once more, there was a leak at the courthouse. Not only that, but already, the accusations were flying, and as expected, this was going to be anything but calm.
She could bet on that.
As they pulled up, police let them drive under the tape that was strung across the entrance to the cemetery, and they headed in. Once there, she saw a familiar face.
The homicide captain, the man she’d just given shit to not hours earlier, was there.
Well, goodie.
“What the fuck does he want?” Gene asked, as he and his partner headed toward him.
It wasn’t lost on them that he was in his dress blues, and not far from the large wrought-iron fencing that surrounded that particular area where the media was congregated to get a look.
