“Then, I’ll leave you to it. If you change your mind, or need some help, here’s my number. Leah and I both grew up here. We were serious when we said this town matters to us.”
Ethan went there.
“Did you go to school with the victims?” he asked, curiously.
Dannie shook his head.
“No. I’m older than Ivey, and I believe she was the oldest of the victims.”
Going into his bag, he pulled out a file.
“One of the techs called me as I was heading home,” Dannie said. “They didn’t get any fingerprints from Phylis’ home, or from Megan’s car, but here are the crime scene photos, in case you needed them. We treated them both like they were, even when we didn’t know where they were taken from.”
He handed him the file and then walked out without another word.
When he was gone, Gene was curious.
“Do you believe that he and his partner didn’t burn us?” he asked. “Because it’s nice to have a little backup. We can cross those interviews off the list.”
Yeah, they could.
Ethan tapped his pencil on the table.
“Yeah, he didn’t come to pump us for information, and he brought a present. That works for me. If we need help, I’m good with him, but I’m not good with the female detective. She’s too aggressive for my style, and she did insult the fuck out of me by saying profiling was made-up shit.”
Yeah, she had.
“She gave me a bad vibe,” Gene admitted. “He might not have ratted us out, but I don’t know if she would or not.”
Yeah, him too.
Instead of dwelling further on it, they wanted to see the file.
Opening the folder, they dug into the crime tech’s work. On the mirror at Phylis’ home, there were three photos, and in them, they could see the dead women.
That was definitely how the cops knew the shit was going down.
“Well, someone is playing games. That’s kind of creepy,” Gene admitted.
Ethan tapped the paper after seeing what was there from Ivey’s home.
“There’s a partial fingerprint in her home. We should fax this over toSalt Lake Cityto the office. We need that identified. Maybe they can digitally alter it and get us a full print?”
He agreed.
They needed to run every possible lead, and a fingerprint might give them confirmation that shit went down.
“I’ll get it there,” he stated. “There’s a copy shop not far away that offers faxing. I can walk over and send it right now.”
That worked for him.
They’d have to divide and conquer to keep the investigation moving along.
“Thanks. I’ll stay here and work,” he offered.
That was exactly where Gene wanted him.
Just.
