Oh, and someone had leaked plenty to the media—to fuck her good.
Gun out, she walked in, making sure they all stayed together. She didn’t trust anything anymore. In the living room, she found the TV on and a recliner in front of it.
In the chair, there was a body.
A dead one.
Jeffrey Von Gunter, her once suspect, was decapitated, and waiting for her.
Moving closer, she saw the note on his lap.
‘I have been waiting a long time to play this game with a worthy adversary. I always knew it would be you. You’ve met your match, Elizabeth. I do love a beautiful woman.
Yours forever, or should I say you’re mine?
The Grave Robber.’
Ethan sighed.
“I hate when I’m right.”
Yeah, not as much as she did.
When her phone rang, it was the tone that belonged to Chris.
She knew what this was going to be about. He got the text asking for a tech, but not for him.
Answering, she stared at him on her screen.
“What happened?” he asked.
He was still in his protective gear, but she could see the morgue bay at the police station behind him.
“We went to talk to Jeffrey Von Gunter, one of my suspects, and the ground’s keeper, and we found his mother’s grave disturbed. His head was buried there, and he’s still warm. I just missed him.”
Chris sighed.
Yeah, there was a lot of that going around, and she knew it. That’s how she felt.
“I can come…”
She stopped that.
“Absolutely not. We’re breaking protocols.”
He lifted a brow.
“Elizabeth, when we go to court…”
She stopped him.
“Christopher, this won’t go to court. He’s playing for keeps. He’s called me out, and he’s threatened my family,” she said, showing him the note. “He’s years ahead of me. I’m not talking about a normal killer who maybe has a few weeks or a month on me. This dude has been killing for years, and he’s incredibly intelligent. We’re talking smarter than our collective group. He knows forensics, he knows criminology, and I don’t doubt he knows everything Ethan does. I need something he doesn’t know. Tell me Chrissy found something.”
He was worried.
“I haven’t been into the morgue yet. Let me go upstairs, and ask her.”
She waited as he rode up in the morgue elevator from the parking garage.
