And creepy.
When the phone chimed, this time, it was hers, and Chris was reporting in.
‘We opened the last coffin, the one belonging to Penny Rich, and inside, there was no head, a rottingbody, and some dried pansies. We found one under the pillow. We’re transporting in.’
Well, she didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
She showed Ethan, and he knew what was going on. Now that he knew the game, he was able to anticipate it.
“He was setting this up for later, when you eventually got to the bodies in the ground. I don’t doubt for a second that he knew you’d think…Jeffrey Von Gunter. He’s a genius.”
Well, great.
“Don’t fan boy him too much,” she said.
He laughed.
“Baby, I’m scared shitless. I want to hide in a cave with my family. I have to be in awe of his brain. He’s played this out in so many layers that he could quite possibly be the smartest serial killer the FBI has ever encountered. That you’ve ever encountered—so far.”
Gene sighed.
“Well, great for us. I can’t imagine how this is going to bone us good.”
Her either.
Texting Chris back, she said one thing.
‘We might be moving all the victims back to the FBI office later when I get in. Get inside, and hold until further notice. I have to get a bead on this nut, and then, I’ll know if we’re locking down. Give me a little time. Stay with Callen, and be safe. I love you both.’
She sent it, and just as the vehicle was coming to a stop.
“Ivan, I want those kids, Wyler, Caryn, and Janet in the air within the hour back to DC where we have more Marines on duty. Capice?” she asked.
He nodded.
“You deal with this, and I’ll deal with that. I’ll get them there, and read for the trek out next week to Scotland.”
That worked for her.
Getting out, she was focused on the cemetery, and wanted to see the grave first. She knew the woman died two years ago, and she wanted to make sure her grave didn’t look newly dug up.
That would tell her everything she needed to know.
Crossing the street, Raphael was on the three of them, as Ivan made a phone call to security at home, and at the Baron’s mansion.
Heading to the old cemetery, she pushed the gate open, and it creaked.
“Well, this place is creepy,” Gene said, his hand on his gun because the hair on the back of his neck was standing up.
Yeah, tell her about it.
She was feeling it too.
