Basically, he knew the kind of cop he and Gene were. He had no clue about these two.
Trust wasn’t easily given when you were working a case, and lives depended on making no missteps. The female cop was making Ethan twitchy.
She seemed like she wanted to skip important steps, and that didn’t vibe with them.
EVER.
“We’ll see,” he stated, again.
And again, it was met with the same discontent from the female detective.
Oh, and Gene didn’t miss it.
“Anything else about the bartender?” he asked, wanting to get this done.
Dannie shook his head.
“No, we were still working on the schoolteacher at that point,” he admitted. “You know how it is, juggling victims—or as we thought—potential victims.”
Oh, they knew.
What Ethan knew so far was that tomorrow was going to be a really busy day when it came to interviews.
They were two days behind, and going to have to play catch-up before this was done.
What he also knew was this killer was handling multiple victims at once, and that set off alarms in his gut.
Why?
That meant the killer had a hidey-hole to hold them, since they’d been dumped all together.
Finding a hidey-hole wasNEVEReasy.
That this person took the teacher after work, he or she only had a few hours between to get to the bartender.
On top of that, it took time to deflesh a body. There was no way he was doing it in an hour, even as badly done as it was. That meant he was keeping them in a location for holding.
“We understand how difficult it is to juggle victims. It’s not like we’re that far behind the killer at this point, luckily. What gave us the advantage was the bodies were found relatively quickly. The Native, who was hunting, was a bit of luck on our behalf.”
That was the truth, and Gene knew it. Now, they had to keep the momentum going.
Somehow.
There was no doubt that Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a marathon. Hopefully, there would be no surprises tonight, because what he needed was some pain meds and at least six hours of sleep.
When Blackhawk saw his partner glance at his watch, he knew they needed to get this done. His arm had to be hurting, and Ethan needed to take care of his partner, too.
“What about the last woman?” Ethan asked. “How were you alerted to her going missing?”
Dannie shared again.
“Her husband got home from work this morning, and he found she’d not been back from her night out with the girls. They were doing a drunken-painting party atThe Tipsy Easel. He was at the manufacturing plant working and never knew she didn’t come home.”
Gene made notes.
“When he got home, he called the police, and we were given it since we had two similar calls.”
Ethan was curious.
