Jerry looked unbothered.
When there was a knock on the door, a pretty woman appeared, and she was holding a paper.
“Someone printed to the wrong copier,” she offered. “I was in the file room, and it went off,” she added.
Jerry laughed.
“My bad, Gene. I gave you the wrong ID number. This is Mary McGrew. She’s our secretary, file clerk, and mail lady all in one. Thanks, Mary.”
She smiled.
“No worries. I see the FBI is taking control. Thank God,” she said. “The news is talking about a serial killer,” she said, putting the paper on her boss’s desk.
The man nodded.
“Yeah, the FBI is here to save us,” Jerry admitted, as the woman started walking to the door. “Hey, Mare, can you order more coffee and those cute little stirrers? I’m almost out.”
She made a note in a little notebook she pulled from her skirt pocket.
“Sure thing, Jerry. Anything for you,” she said, smiling. “Have a good day, Agents,” she offered.
Then, she was gone.
“She’s a doll. Her daddy was a cop, and her momma was a nurse. Unfortunately, he died in the line of duty. We take good care of Mary. We promised her daddy.”
Well, that was good to know.
Irrelevant, but a nice sentiment.
As Jerry and his partner were talking, Gene was filling out the form to get the bodies picked up. When he handed it to the man, he signed it without looking at it.
Yeah, Jerry was like no captain they’d encountered.
That was for sure.
“Anything else, gentlemen?” he asked, picking up a paper from his desk as he tucked his shiny gold pen away.
Ethan shook his head.
“No. I think we’re good,” he admitted.
That’s when Jerry handed the paper to Gene.
“There’s going to be a little thing today for Ivey Slee. Everyone loved her at the school, and the staff wants to do this for the community. She was a sweet person,” he offered. “You might find it helpful by hitting it up.”
He picked up another paper and handed it to Ethan. It was a photocopy of a flyer with all the information on it.
“I’ll be heading there later today,” Jerry admitted. “This community takes care of its own.”
That was laughable, but Ethan managed to keep his comment to himself. This‘community’didn’t take care of the people on the reservation. If anything, they complained about the‘Indians’having all the good hunting land.
In this case, it was best to say nothing. This had been a decent meeting, and he’d keep it that way.
As for the school, he knew the address, since both he and Callen went there, but he still made note of it, and took the flyer too.
“Thanks, Jerry.”
The man didn’t mind.
