“We have hear no evil, too. Looks like we’re going to that specific rodeo,” he stated. “They tend to be religious in origin, or about revenge.”
Yeah, Gene didn’t like this.
“Are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this. I’m on desk duty, EJ. If you take this one, I can’t carry my sidearm in the field. I’m a pencil pusher,” he reiterated, as they stood over the three dead women.
His fingers were crossed.
Literally.
Only, Ethan was definitely taking this one. What he needed was to get back to work so he could regain his footing. Having Gabe take his job had dinged up his ego, and he needed to get back to the grind.
“I’m sure,” he offered.
Then, Ethan profiled it.
“Three women, missing their skin, and the telltale signs of the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil trope signifieswe should be relatively safe. We’re not women, and if this isn’t religious, it will be about revenge. I’d bet on it.”
Yeah, well, that could go awry at any time, and Gene knew it. He didn’t like that he’d be basically a paperweight.
They didn’t have gear here, other than Ethan’s guns, and their badges.
Hell!
They barely had clothing.
He sighed.
“Okay, EJ. We’re working it.”
His partner stared up at him, and he was grateful that Gene wasn’t going to make him argue for this one.
“Can you call it in? I’m not talking to Gabe. Please? Then, reach out to the local police to see if they have any cases that might match the three women. We don’t have a team nearby, andSalt Lake Cityis almost two hours away. We’ll have to use the local facilities and staff.”
He nodded, but he knew one thing.
“The shit you do for love,” he muttered under his breath so only he and Ethan heard him.
Once he heard him, his boyfriend winked at him.
Yeah, tell him about it.
Callen glanced over at the deputy so that they could help the Feds out until the bodies were removed. At some point, word would travel from the hunter who came across this and then went for a beer at the bar.
Before Callen knew it, the reservation chief would be here to stick his nose into it. The last thing he wanted was Tom Redbear on this scene being racist toward the outsiders. The man didn’t like people who weren’t Native.
Then, Timothy would be here to defend Ethan.
It would be a shitshow.
“Go get some crime scene tape from your trunk and block off the whole road back about fifty feet on each side of our cars. The FBI is taking this one.”
The deputy minced no words.
His face said it all.
It was clear that the deputy didn’t like them.
“Fucking FBI. I can’t wait to see how they fuck us over with this,” he said loud enough that Ethan, Gene, and Callen heard him.
