Gene wasn’t.
With Ethan, if you played stupid games, you won stupid prizes.
And they’d done that.
He would have done the exact same thing if he was running this. They’d rather be behind the eightball than stuck with sabotaging assholes helping them.
As they walked away, they left the two detectives standing there, mouths hanging open.
And they didn’t give a shit either.
It was work time.
“How bad are the reports?” Gene asked, since he’d not seen the file. He was betting it wasn’t good because Ethan was pissed, and to get him there…you really had to try.
At his question, Ethan laughed.
“Well, we have COD as being they bled out from stab wounds. The first two victims had one to the heart, the third was a pin cushion—if a knife was a pin. She had twenty-seven stab wounds across her body.”
Gene whistled.
“Someone was not happy with her.”
No, they weren’t.
“We have a wide-open range of TOD, and not an iota of forensics to use to help us. He did confirm identities, and we were right on those. They match the missing person reports.”
Well, at least they had that.
“Other than that, Gene, we don’t have a whole hell of a lot. This is going to be old-school, boots-on-the-ground, interviewing to find something that connects them.”
Goodie.
He liked old-school.
Hell!
He was old-school.
“Okay,” Gene said. “Now, tell me what you’re feeling. I know you didn’t share it all with the two cops.”
Well, he nailed that.
Ethan broke down what he could.
“It’s going to be a male, unless we find something else to prove otherwise,” he offered.
He was curious.
“Meaning?”
Ethan told him.
“Someone who knows how to play the forensics game. The bodies were degloved. Maybe that’s to strip off evidence. They were dumped on a reservation to sink into a bog. Putting bodies outside kills trace for us.”
He listened.
“If this is someone familiar with forensics, like a goddamn ME who skips out on talking to us, then my theory goes out the window.”
