“Oh, I’m going to say fame,” Elizabeth said, knowing that one thing never changed when it came to dealing with the cops. They liked a good photo op, whereas she would rather gouge out her eyeballs.
“Director!” he called, and she had no choice but to deal with the situation.
As she approached, her sunglasses were on, so she could scan the area, just in case she saw something out of place. There was no doubt that this killer would be watching.
“I was hoping for an update.”
Really?
Now?
Hadn’t she pretty much told him to expect one in one to five days? Did he not take a hint?
Now, she was pinned down, and she knew he was going to follow her around like a duck if she didn’t, so she gave him what she could.
And by what, she meant as little as possible.
“DNA is in, we tied the eyeballs to the victims in the cemetery who supposedly died of accidental deaths, like hit and runs, and ODs. We’ve been given the right to open the caskets, to see if they are disturbed.”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“The families have been notified.”
She wasn’t shocked.
Elizabeth knew that Chris would have made calls using the numbers in the files in the morgue to give them a courtesy call to tell them what was going on.
Now, if she could just reach her ME, she could actually work.
“Was this necessary?” he asked. “You knew that you had the eyes. Couldn’t you leave the dead to rest?”
She was to the point.
“Someone already fucked with them, Frank,” she stated. “They are already disturbed. I’m sure, if they were alive, what they’d want is to have justice for their lives being robbed.”
“And you can prove that?”
She stared at him.
“Yes, because what kind of sociopath hangs out at an exhumation, waving and talking to the media?”
He glared at her.
“I’ll let you get on with your work.”
She rolled her eyes and walked past him.
Gene was to the point.
“I don’t like him.”
She laughed.
“Join the club, partner. Join the club,” she said, walking toward where the graves were marked with flags. They were all in the same area, and the only deviation had been last night’s victim, Steph Lewis.
She was in the members’ section of the church’s cemetery.
At the first grave, Chris was in protective gear, and she knew why. When the caskets came up, he’d unbolt them, and check inside. If they were untouched, he’d let her know. Since they had DNA linking them, in theory, the eyeballs and head would be missing.
