“It’s okay,” he said. “The FBI will find who hurt her,” he added. “And the other two women who she was found with, Tristan.”
Well, apparently that was out of the bag, too.
It sucked that someone had been running their mouths, and since there were only so many people who knew there were three bodies and had ID…
Like the cops.
Like the ME.
And them…
Someone ratted them out to the media.
Because the media had been lurking around the scene, but they didn’t know the specifics regarding the crime scene deep on the reservation.
They’d blocked it off.
Callen’s deputies had made sure they stayed off of the reservation land. This was a problem. It put a bullseye on them, as the investigators.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Ethan said.
That was when Tristan got angry.
“I’d bet it was that deadbeat asshole,” he blurted, suddenly. “He never treated Ivey well. She came in crying before work a few times because of him!”
Woah.
Stop the wagon.
That she’d come in crying…that could be part of this.
Gene flipped through his notes.
“Would that be Randal Crest?” Gene asked. “She recently broke up with him, right?”
Tristan nodded.
“Finally,” he said. “He was a piece of shit to her, and she finally got the nerve to dump him! I hate him!”
Gene slowed his roll.
“We haven’t spoken to him, so we don’t know that he hurt Ivey. Unless you know something that is evidence.”
That hung there with an uncomfortable silence.
So, the principal spoke up.
“He’s right, Tristan. Spreading that around can ruin lives. So, let’s allow the FBI to do the work, and then wait to see if he had something to do with it,” Robert said, chastising his employee.
Immediately, Tristan calmed down, but it was clear he was super emotional, and no one blamed him.
“Do you know anything?” Ethan asked, needing to make sure.
Tristan zipped his lips so damn fast.
Oh, and that was the last thing they wanted him to do.
“I can’t do this. I just lost my bestie. I’m going to go get more balloons,” he said, heading back into the other glass-lined office.
