If they weren’t, the shit was hitting the fan. Oh, and she wouldn’t be the least bit surprised either. This person was twisting this up so much, that all she could hope was that he got caught up in it.
“Well, fancy meeting you here, handsome,” she said.
Chris focused on his wife.
“Yeah, we have to stop meeting this way. How about we meet on a beach? You in a bikini, me in nothing but lechery?”
That made Callen laugh.
“Count me in,” he said. “I love a beach.”
Oh, what wouldn’t she do to be at the beach?
“I see you made it back, CJ,” she said.
He clued her in.
“Yeah, and Chrissy is back at the morgue, dealing with the old samples. As a heads-up, her backup head tech is not happy, and has been stomping around crankily.”
Chris laughed.
“Oh, no. Someone hates their job. Go figure,” Chris said, as he zipped up a hazmat suit as they began digging up the grave belonging to Joan Gehert.
As they stepped back, the backhoe began digging, and the cemetery was washed out with the sound of machinery. It didn’t take long before they had reached the casket. Chains were attached, and the box was brought up.
When it was placed on a gurney, specifically made for this kind of thing, Chris pulled a respirator on, and had a tech undo the bolts at each corner.
Pulling on a mask, the investigators moved closer.
When the lid was lifted, there was a rotting corpse inside, but there was something missing.
“We have no skull,” he said. “It’s gone.”
Well, shit.
They were on the right track.
DNA didn’t lie.
Chris pointed at Ben, and told him to transport. They had spare vans there, and they were going to move the victims as quickly as possible.
“You get them up, Christopher, I’m going to go talk to the priest,” she said, seeing him not far away. She was assuming he was from the parish, since he was wearing a collar.
He gave her a fist bump, and went back to work, directing the techs as they all began taking pictures and treating the first casket like it was a crime scene.
Because it was.
Crossing toward the priest, she saw the homicide captain heading there too like he was trying to be part of this, and she wasn’t having it.
“Gene, distract Frank. Tell him anything to buy me time with the priest.”
He grinned.
“I’ll give him a tour of the new hole,” he said, joking.
Or so she hoped.
As she approached the priest, he looked worried, and she didn’t blame him. There was media on the gate, there was likely going to be family showing up soon, and Hell was about to open.
