She snorted.
“I mean, technically, you are. That is what you do.”
He found that outrageously funny simply because she wasn’t exactly wrong.
Now was she?
Only, they weren’t on an encrypted line, and he wasn’t confirming jack shit.
“Where can I reach you, LaRue?” he asked.
She shared.
“I’m heading out on a case inHolladay. Ax just assigned me the case. Call my phone if there’s a problem. There will be transport at the airport. It’ll be an FBI jet. Thanks, Lewis. I knew I could trust you with this.”
He didn’t mind.
“Be safe out there, LaRue. You know that those two Russian spies are still wandering around.”
Oh, she knew.
“Thanks for the reminder, Cupcake,” she stated. “I almost forgot,” she added sarcastically. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said, hanging up.
Then, she got into the right frame of mind.
It was time to get her ass moving. She was looking forward to this case.
Eyeballs in skulls on a shelf?
What?
Yeah, that was right up her alley.
Bet.
On.
It.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Morgue
Same Time
Making Magic Happen
Oh, Chris had a headache, and there was legitimately one huge reason for it.
Work.
It started like a good day. Chris had slept in, and he’d gotten there not that long ago, but as soon as he walked in the door, he was hit with the magnitude of it.
Everything was a mess.
Files weren’t filed.
Cases were backed up.
