“We must have triggered something when we came in,” Raphael said, as sirens filled the air. The cops were coming since half the city likely heard that blast.
Yeah, well, that was close.
“The car. We parked beside a red Mercedes. Did it look familiar to anyone?” she asked, grateful they’d narrowly dodged the bullet.
Ethan gasped.
“It looked like Chris’!”
Yeah, she was aware.
“Elizabeth?” Ivan asked.
Looking down, she knew he had one hell of a concussion. He’d taken that blast hard.
When Ivan blinked, focused on looking straight up, Elizabeth was checking on him to see if his eyes were dilated.
“You’ll be okay.”
He shook his head.
“Why are there words on the ceiling?” he asked, disoriented. “Why are they swimming around?”
What?
She immediately looked up.
Oh, shit.
That’s when she saw it.
He said she missed a note, and now, she knew where he’d put it. This nut left her a love note, and they’d not looked up since it had twelve-foot ceilings.
‘What pretty eyes your ME has. I like to collect things in pairs. I’ve always been fond of baby blue. You’re smart, but not that smart!’
Oh, shit.
She pointed up, and scrambled to get her phone out of her pocket before the shit hit the fan. They had incoming cops, Ivan needed a trip to the hospital, and Chris was in danger.
Like she’d suspected.
When Callen answered, she didn’t give him time to say anything to her.
“LOCK THE MORGUE DOWN NOW!”she ordered.“HURRY! GET EYES ON CHRISTOPHER!”
Callen didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew his wife didn’t scream into a phone unless it was dire.
“Saint! Lock the doors!” he said, as the Marine ran toward them, grabbed a broom, and shoved it through the handles.
Callen was curious as he put his body beside the ME—their husband.
He heard alarms in the background.
“What happened?”
She shared.
“He blew up a car outside that looked just like Chris’ Mercedes and left us a note. Chris is the target. Don’t let anyone into the morgue! Ivan’s down! I can’t get there fast enough!”
