“Uh…,” Jerry began, but didn’t get to finish.
When Gene came back in, Ethan was grateful. He rarely did‘chitchat’. There was just no reason for him to do it.
Ever.
Especially with someone he didn’t know, or care to know.
“All sent,” Gene said. “Someone will be picking up the bodies as soon as possible,” Gene added, knowing that would likely be hours.
Still, they were on their way to being theirs.
Jerry stood.
“I’m sorry that you had to circumnavigate Doc. He really is a good doctor, but just miserable as shit.”
Yeah, they could tell.
“We appreciate your time and the coffee,” Ethan said, as the man handed him a to-go lid for his paper cup.
They had a long day ahead of them, and they needed to regroup and make a plan.
“My pleasure. Good luck,” Jerry said.
The two men headed out, and when they left, the detectives were heading in. They walked right past them and said nothing to them.
In fact, they didn’t even look at them.
“Well, they hate us,” Gene admitted, once they were out of earshot.
Yeah, no kidding.
Ethan just laughed.
“If we had a dollar for every cop we encountered who didn’t like us…”
Yeah, Gene knew.
They’d be retiring and naked on that beach in Puerto Rico.
Bet.
On.
It.
“What’s next?” he asked.
Ethan was to the point.
“I’m switching it up. I want to start at the beginning, so let’s do the school, and talk to the co-workers. Then, we’ll hit the other places. I like to be methodical, so I don’t miss anything.”
He was aware.
Well, victim one’s life, it was.
Only, as they walked out, Ethan was silent again, and Gene couldn’t help but worry.
He’d said he was okay…
